Get your most closely kept personal thought: put it in the Word .doc with a password lock. Stock it deep in the .rar with extraction precluded by the
the months passed, wore a dunce cap ironically, got fussy once and she summoned me not sonically but through a series of editorials that she authored, entitled: ?Is MC Frontalot
Congregation, settle in your seats. The Reverend Front Aloud is on the mic and about to speak. I'm about to freak you out, make you shiver in the pew
single glance at the most forbidden object on the whole orb. I hint not at quixotic wandering; take the whole tour. Look on the shelf under Rapper next to Elf, you'll see a Frontalot
You are likely to be eaten by a grue. If this predicament seems particularly cruel, consider whose fault it could be: not a torch or a match in your inventory
You want flowers; I understand that flowers are grand. They tend to pretty up a gentleman caller's left hand. They don't stand in for love but they symbolize
Woke up by the pool again. Must have played the fool again. Wonder what them hooligans put on the grill that stinks kind of like burnt fur and regurg'
as fresh on the BBS where we write graf in ascii files With nasty styles and blinking blocks, this ain't your father's Lincoln Logs! The Frontalot ownz
how goth is my frock? see I got a 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
can't recall if it was him or not. (pssst It was mc frontalot) Was it MC Razzle-Dazzle? Was it MC Plain? Was it MC Indamirra akamc Vain? Was it MC Pain
Just got hard-pressed underneath my desk no jest! it's time frontalot confessed: at the best of times got the worst of rhymes and I don't think I'm the
Met her at the star wars convention did I mention, she was looking for love? had to call her bluff, lady you don't mean how that sounded (the thousand
The beam bridge, seeming to be the ridge spanner all manner of planks gets employed under the banner of progress, 85 yards the max nobody plummets to
Mc Frontalot: the arch criminal for some reason not sought by authorities, though I been running wild for days they's surely gonna track me down I'm the
20 million dollars hidden in a metal chest) softened up the Frontalot's heart no doubt so I hit the reply button, tell her I can help her out. She writes me back: DEAR FRONTALOT
) gets you branded a sniper bitch or rocket mama- humper, (oh no!) they said you're cheating but with coins in hand you got more game than wil wheaton when's this MC
my nose." delving deep into my letterbox when I discovered fanmail for MC FRONT, it kinda hovered before my vision, I made a decision to open it up it said "yo frontalot
Listen, I'll tell you that frontalot is incredible even recommended to rock the mic like instead of a silence, you'd have me fronting into the amplifier
