Dope track of MC Frontalot's album "Secrets of the Future!" My video is the only one on Youtube that actually gives Whoremoans credit for his verse!
MC Frontalot's Official Website: http://frontalot.com/index.php/
MC Frontalot's Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/mcfrontalott
WhoreMoans' Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/whoremoansrap
I hate your blog.
terrible and bad.
I hate your blog. You own a dog, and you feed it.
You post about it. I get to read it.
Plus: five paragraphs on the socks you bought
and your thoughts on whether Nicole Ritchies hot or not.
You got no reason to be typing, yet you persist.
Hit each key with your fist till you punch out your top ten list
of all the things that ever happened in your life.
Number one: met Michael Jacksons second wife.
Number two: got Curly on the Which Stooge Are You
Poll, as the GIF proves. Click for the link-through!
Three: saw puppy pictures on a web page,
kittens in a nest egg. The idea gestated:
Why not open up your own?
So you bought the account and yet I hope you dont
put the payments in on it every month like they want,
cause then youll disappear off the internet, haunt
just the Wayback Machine like a ghost.
And I wont be like, How come you dont post??
I promise I wont.
I hate your blog. Your recipe for vegan eggnog is stupid.
I hissed and I booed it,
and then eschewed it, never made it once. Yes,
your blog roll is a confederacy of dunces.
It abuts less interesting links in your posts.
Hamsters that dance! Im not engrossed.
Im not opposed to your collection of All Your Base pics,
but theyre longer in the denture than a ninja flipping out doing face kicks.
Ill phrase this nice:
if its hard to get to bed, your web site will suffice
to entice me to slumber. I mumble impoliticly,
I tried not to click read more but you tricked me!
Want to stick the whole computer in the trash can
instead of reading about the constipation lately and your ass plans
that you seem to contemplate.
You thought I would rate your page awesome and great?
Youre just jealous. Yeah, thats it — envious, even.
Turning green when my hit counter broke ten thousand this evening.
Mad you cant match my keypad content
or petitions for legalizing of micropayment thieving.
X-rays of teething eight-month heathens and pictures of kittens heaving,
the calories in everything Im eating,
yaoi art my girl drew of Goku making out with Joss Whedon,
my 300-pound friends exposure (thats indecent).
But thats only negatives.
Ive got discussions on the homeliest alien relative.
The final battle, Sam Cassell versus Carnage
and a triple-threat match: Charles v. Marilyn v. Shirley Manson from Garbage.
I pay homage to great Americans like Bill OReilly and Ann Coulter;
Westwood Radio for help when insulting countercultures.
My blog stands above all others by head and shoulders.
I hate your blog. You aint logged in in a month and a half,
and I, for one, am aghast.
I mean Im fast on the way to removing it from bookmarks.
If I took part in vanity I might be trying to look smart
by not checking eight times a day.
Your blog is so despair-inducing I cant bear to look away.
Oh, well! Got to do what your muse compels.
Guess Ill try to go despise a blog by someone else.