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MC Frontalot - Goth Girls

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Uploaded on May 11, 2010

MC Frontalot's "Goth Girls." I snagged the images from Google, of course.

Goth girls, goth girls: they're the girls that go
To see the nerdcore rapper with the geeked-out flow.
At the show you can see the black lace on parade.
I met a hundred dozen of em . . .

Ummmm, hello!
I was wondering: how goth is my frock?
I got this thing for horror movies and mope rock,
But I cant shock my hair up (I ran out of stock).
And just like that, Frontalot ran out of talk.
It was tragic, unheard of, never seen, me:
Out of rhymes when they usually come indefatigably?
But me here talk good?
No, bad talk do!
Like my tongue got encrypted right before I lost root.
Like my small talk got box-rocked on a prior boot.
Its moot; she only dates guys in chokes and Docs,
Not brutes lacking eyeliner like I lack.
But look, Ill put a little on, plus lip shellac,
Just to stand next to that and dream about love.
Of necessity, that has always had to be enough,

Cause I cant talk to goth girls,
I just stare and stammer:
"My name is MC Frimmer Frammer."
Damn her if she giggle,
Damn her double if she laugh.
Goth girls like it when you double-damn it twice fast.

Goth girls, goth girls: theyre the girls that go
To see the nerdcore rapper with the geeked-out flow.
At the show you can see the black lace on parade.
I met a hundred dozen of em but I aint got laid.

Got shunned by her at the Rocky Horror premiere.
She steered clear of the nerd crowd but I heard loud in my ear
The disdain that she held for my type:
Always geeking on the computron.
I get hype on the stage!
She might notice me then and observe
That Im ironically hip in some flip universe.
And her purse in patent leather held in fishnet glove
Could then contain mp3 player with the Front filled up.
Her name is Nyteshaed,
Yo, dont call her cherry tomato.
She looks like Paisley Tinkle but poisonous like Topato.
She says her hair got attacked 'cause its black and its blue.
She got the Johnny the Homicidal Maniac tattoo.
Legs deep in the boots, boots all up on the heels —
Yes, the kind to make a certain type of fetishist squeal.
The ordeal I endure: this close to her splendor
Besieged by my shyness; try this: I surrender!
And render my intentions in the usual way
(Home alone, Suicide Girls up on the cathode ray).

Goth girls, goth girls: theyre the girls that go
To see the nerdcore rapper with the geeked-out flow.
At the show you can see the black lace on parade.
I met a hundred dozen of em but I aint got laid.

IRL, my woman tells me that I shouldnt be coveting.
I tell her, Yo, you better get in a coven then.
Its like eek, I get to sleep on the couch for a week
All watching old Elvira videos on TV.
Yeah, hee hee hee,
Laugh it up. You dont live like I do:
At the mercy of any sister with wrist scars and black eye goo.
I've tried to get into cheerleaders and failed
(Banana Repugnant and tanned,
So bland and so stale). (stale)
I avail myself of the local cafe, light a clove up,
Thumb through Camus in French
(Which I cant read, but so what).
I think that goth could flower in nerdcores embrace.
I mean I converted Edward Goreys lettering into a typeface,
Befriended vampires on LJ and MySpace,
Even put that spooky echo filter on the bass, but

I cant talk to goth girls,
I just stare and stammer:
"My name is MC Frimmer Frammer."
Damn her if she giggle,
Damn her double if she laugh.
Goth girls like it when you double-damn it twice fast.

Goth girls, goth girls: theyre the girls that go
To see the nerdcore rapper with the geeked-out flow.
At the show you can see the black lace on parade.
I met a hundred dozen of em but I aint got laid.

Goth girls, goth girls: theyre the girls that got
Their souls stuck somewhere between the kettle and pot.
Frontalot been enamored of them since I was young;
Met a hundred dozen of em, never ever humped one.

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