MC Frontalot - Goth Girls lyrics
[MC Frontalot - Goth Girls lyrics]
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 can't 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-roxed
On a prior boot it's moot
She only dates guys in chokes and Docs
Not brutes lacking eye-liner like I lack
But look
I'll 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 can't 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: 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
But I ain't 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 I'm "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 don't call her cherry tomato
She look like Paisley Tinkle
But poisonous like Topato
She says her hair got attacked cause
It's black and it's blue
She got the Johnny the
Homicidal Maniac tattoo
Legs all 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
SuicideGirls up on the cathode ray)
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
But I ain't got laid
IRL, my woman tells me that
I shouldn't be covetin' i tell her "Yo
You better get in a coven then"
It's like "Eek!"
I get to sleep on the couch for a week
While watching old Elvira videos on TV
Yeah hee hee hee laugh it up
You don't 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
Avail myself of the local café
Light a clove up thumb through Camus
(in French, which I can't read, but so what?)
I think that goth could
Flower in nerdcore's embrace
I mean I converted Edward Gorey's
Lettering into a typeface
Befriended vampires on LJ and MySpace
Even put that spooky echo filter on the bass
But, I can't 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: 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
But I ain't got laid
Goth girls
Goth girls: they're the girls that got
Their souls stuck somewhere between
The kettle and pot
Frontalot been enamored of 'em
Since I was young
Met a hundred dozen of 'em
Never ever humped one
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 can't 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-roxed
On a prior boot it's moot
She only dates guys in chokes and Docs
Not brutes lacking eye-liner like I lack
But look
I'll 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 can't 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: 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
But I ain't 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 I'm "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 don't call her cherry tomato
She look like Paisley Tinkle
But poisonous like Topato
She says her hair got attacked cause
It's black and it's blue
She got the Johnny the
Homicidal Maniac tattoo
Legs all 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
SuicideGirls up on the cathode ray)
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
But I ain't got laid
IRL, my woman tells me that
I shouldn't be covetin' i tell her "Yo
You better get in a coven then"
It's like "Eek!"
I get to sleep on the couch for a week
While watching old Elvira videos on TV
Yeah hee hee hee laugh it up
You don't 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
Avail myself of the local café
Light a clove up thumb through Camus
(in French, which I can't read, but so what?)
I think that goth could
Flower in nerdcore's embrace
I mean I converted Edward Gorey's
Lettering into a typeface
Befriended vampires on LJ and MySpace
Even put that spooky echo filter on the bass
But, I can't 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: 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
But I ain't got laid
Goth girls
Goth girls: they're the girls that got
Their souls stuck somewhere between
The kettle and pot
Frontalot been enamored of 'em
Since I was young
Met a hundred dozen of 'em
Never ever humped one