MC Frontalot - Rappers We Crush lyrics
[MC Frontalot - Rappers We Crush lyrics]
Well I wake up frontin' like
I ain't hung over
Read the paper, discover that the Germans
Have annexed Grover, Cookie, Kermie
Piggie and all the rest?
There ain't a single domestically
Controlled Muppet left
Is it a plot? some kind of conspiracy?
My coffee is cold
There's a bitter taste to my cinnamon roll
I venture forth into the bright American day
My neighbor Mister Hess says
"wie gehts?" and waves
I hurry away get in my Chrysler (whew)
Oh the dismay!
Someone's replaced all of my Backstreet Boys
With Kraftwerk tapes
Alright, I'm freaked out, I hope it's a joke
I hear the ominous industrial
Beat of a two-stroke
Engine - the benz on my left?
The bug on my right? Mein gott! A fleet of
Six trabants encroaching behind!
At the wheel of the lead Trabi
A visage of fear! Red'n'yellow eyes
Black gloves gripping the steer!
And then it dawns upon me
What chance have I got?
It's KOMPRESSOR and he's chosen
For crushing MC Frontalot!
Rappers we crush, fingers to dust
Kompressor digest vocals and spit out mush
You try front with rhymes
Stolen from the jackson five
Erase your tapes at night
You cower from kompressor might
But, I don't wanna be crushed! Buried
In fear! Left for töt! Synthesizer might
Tearing the rhymes right outta my throat!
Leave my car at the light and run
I make for the park
Pursued by steel-toed jack boots
Throwing sparks as they march
And I can hear the gnashing
Of the yellow teeth
I'm dodging german shepherds playing
Frisbee with hippies
Making hair-pin turns like horror
Movie heroines and slipping
Back on my feet, his breath on my neck
Run! you'll surely suffer crushing
If you sit still hop the chain-link to
The abandoned Wienerschnitzel
What did I do to deserve
This? What was my crime?
Was it because I sampled Die
Toten Hosen that one time?
And I'm reviewing my life cowered
Under a grease trap
The boot slap stepping ever
Closer with it's click-clack
Now he's here now he's crouching down
Jaws creak open, ants start pouring out
And just when as flesh is
About to get devoured
I wake up screaming, wrapped in the sour
Sweat-stained sheets
It takes a minute to get up
Stumble to the table, read the paper
Clear my head up still hurts
Whu'd I drink all that goldschlager for?
Business section: EMTv bought Jim Henson Corp
I ain't hung over
Read the paper, discover that the Germans
Have annexed Grover, Cookie, Kermie
Piggie and all the rest?
There ain't a single domestically
Controlled Muppet left
Is it a plot? some kind of conspiracy?
My coffee is cold
There's a bitter taste to my cinnamon roll
I venture forth into the bright American day
My neighbor Mister Hess says
"wie gehts?" and waves
I hurry away get in my Chrysler (whew)
Oh the dismay!
Someone's replaced all of my Backstreet Boys
With Kraftwerk tapes
Alright, I'm freaked out, I hope it's a joke
I hear the ominous industrial
Beat of a two-stroke
Engine - the benz on my left?
The bug on my right? Mein gott! A fleet of
Six trabants encroaching behind!
At the wheel of the lead Trabi
A visage of fear! Red'n'yellow eyes
Black gloves gripping the steer!
And then it dawns upon me
What chance have I got?
It's KOMPRESSOR and he's chosen
For crushing MC Frontalot!
Rappers we crush, fingers to dust
Kompressor digest vocals and spit out mush
You try front with rhymes
Stolen from the jackson five
Erase your tapes at night
You cower from kompressor might
But, I don't wanna be crushed! Buried
In fear! Left for töt! Synthesizer might
Tearing the rhymes right outta my throat!
Leave my car at the light and run
I make for the park
Pursued by steel-toed jack boots
Throwing sparks as they march
And I can hear the gnashing
Of the yellow teeth
I'm dodging german shepherds playing
Frisbee with hippies
Making hair-pin turns like horror
Movie heroines and slipping
Back on my feet, his breath on my neck
Run! you'll surely suffer crushing
If you sit still hop the chain-link to
The abandoned Wienerschnitzel
What did I do to deserve
This? What was my crime?
Was it because I sampled Die
Toten Hosen that one time?
And I'm reviewing my life cowered
Under a grease trap
The boot slap stepping ever
Closer with it's click-clack
Now he's here now he's crouching down
Jaws creak open, ants start pouring out
And just when as flesh is
About to get devoured
I wake up screaming, wrapped in the sour
Sweat-stained sheets
It takes a minute to get up
Stumble to the table, read the paper
Clear my head up still hurts
Whu'd I drink all that goldschlager for?
Business section: EMTv bought Jim Henson Corp