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Hipsters On Parade
02:45
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Goin to the mall with the girlfriend, walk in
To the store where the scene kids gawkin
Money money on they mind and they walkman
Claustrophobic feelin boxed in
Cuz these goddamn kids in they skinny jeans
who can't be any older than 17
Like music obscure like Johnny Keynes
Wanna blow this store up in smitherens
Girl intervenes drag me to the purses
Cuz a new ones needed she coerces
Me to calm down all of my curses
At the scene kids wearin Converses
My mood worsens the more they crowdin
So pissed that the store is allowed in
Malls across the country Now I'm vowin
To never go in another one, heh, doubt it
[x2]Mom! Dad! Wait in the van!
I'm hangin with friends and a mic in my hand
If I'm seen with you, then I'm afraid
I can't roll with the hipsters on parade
I'm a sell-out headin to the checkout
See shirts on the wall that stand out
Wanna hide out maybe just walk out
If I do though girlfriend'll knock out
My teeth from my jaw so I just stand still
Wanna go to Man-Ville where I will be tranquil
Head feel like an anvil standin in this landfill
Rather ride a treadmill or maybe be immobile
These dreams are fucked, though, I'm certain
Got her serpent purse now the curtain
that this burden I've been endurin
Is endin, suburban excursion
Rather go vacation in the tropics
Or go overdose on narcotics
But my time spent here was neurotic
Fuck this store, fuck you Hot Topic
[x2]Mom! Dad! Wait in the van!
I'm hangin with friends and a mic in my hand
If I'm seen with you, then I'm afraid
I can't roll with the hipsters on parade
[x8]Hot Topic is not punk rock!
[x2]Mom! Dad! Wait in the van!
I'm hangin with friends and a mic in my hand
If I'm seen with you, then I'm afraid
I can't roll with the hipsters on parade
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At the time piece mall there was a stone man
Standin at the juice bar washin his hands
With the power of lunch and time shares to boot
He's an Incan god in a power suit
He can't stop - with the world eatin out of his hand
He can't sleep - with the memory of the grunge band
As he starts to recite his mantra
"If there's one thing I know boy, it's how to play Contra"
Gimmie it pop, gimmie bit pop,
Gimmie bit pop, gimmie bit,
gimmie shimmy soft synth rock
Bit pop gimmie bit pop,
when you make a lyric I hear it
I make the whole thing drop
[x2]Gimmie meta lyrics
Lyrics bout the lyrics
Lyrics bout the lyrics
Lyrics bout the lyrics
[x8]Things that run inside of my head don't bring me down, no no no
no
There was a girl named Kort
Who met a guildless orc
And the two were gone
til 4 in the mornin
Just keep - swingin ya arms
keep - crossin ya thighs
keep rollin on the ground
while passers by roll their eyes
keep settin those boxes up by the amp
and soon you'll be the break dancin champ
whether caucasian, black, or asian
Don't cost a dime just to feel amazin
Just steady yourself by a piece of wood
Then you stand by the radiator til it gets good
Gimmie bit pop, gimmie bit pop,
Gimmie bit pop, gimmie bit,
gimmie shimmy soft synth rock
Bit pop gimmie bit pop,
when you make a lyric I hear it
I make the whole thing drop
I see your livejournal you know I'm bout to attack it
My shit is so clever I gots ta put it in brackets
Just like a botox injection I keep a stiff upper lip
My mother's a spaniel cuz I'm a son of a bitch
Now lemme hear you say
Gimmie it pop, gimmie bit pop,
Gimmie bit pop, gimmie bit,
gimmie shimmy soft synth rock
Bit pop gimmie bit pop,
when you make a lyric I hear it
I make the whole thing drop
[x2]Gimmie meta lyrics
Lyrics bout the lyrics
Lyrics bout the lyrics
Lyrics bout the lyrics
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Baritone Moments
03:55
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I can sing like I was Pavarotti
But I don't roll around in a Mazaratti
When I drop lines well they simply naughty
Like the low-down deeds of the man John Gotti
Got a simple mission that I'm bringin to fruition
And there is no suspicion from the fools who be wishin
They could cast while I'm fishin, serve it like I'm dishin
Got no ammunition to attack my position
Listen to my words and they got no response
Search for a rhyme but I'm De Leon, Ponce
Claimin Nerdcore for Spain not France
All these kiddies piss in their underpants
Call me Dali cuz they say I'm surreal
My landscaping's nice cuz I've got curb appeal
Kick it with Turtles, call me April O'Neal
Drop by my house I'll be utmost genteel
Buy mountain lightning cuz I can't afford Dew
Drive a Caprice Classic made in 92
I'd get somethin else but I can't afford new
It still drives better than the cars in yo crew
[x2]Reppin tenor moments but I'm baritone
See me spit lyrics in the microphone
Play Mario Kart well you know I pwn
Steal 1st place like I'm Al Capone
back from a breather, I was huffin Ether
Are you gettin tired of my voice? Me neither
Hackin up tracks like I had a meat cleaver
My one fan's loyal they be a true believer
Think my songs are all fuckin fantastic?
Maybe not all but ya'll can suck a fat dick
A hat trick pulled off, your look is all plastic
And your rhyme schemes off, you're lookin too drastic
Your rhyme schemes are like Stretch Armstrong
With a hole in your arm so your fillin's all gone
Cryin up in the attic "It's all wrong!"
Forgot about you like an empty can of Calgon
So be gone, no one wants you around anyway
With your disjointed beats and bitin off K.Flay
I'm Doc Horrible, I got a brand new day
So Imma step up skill and show that I'm here to stay
[x2]Reppin tenor moments but I'm baritone
See me spit lyrics in the microphone
Play Mario Kart well you know I pwn
Steal 1st place like I'm Al Capone
Well this is a story all about how
My life got flip turned upside down
Well I'd like to take a minute just sit right there
And tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air
In west Philadelphia, born and raised
On the playground was where I'm spendin most of my days
Chillin out maxin, relaxin all cool
and I'm shootin some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
Started makin trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
and said "You're movin with ya auntie and uncle in Bel-Air"
I begged and pleaded with her, day after day
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
She gave me a kiss, and then she gave me my ticket
I put my walkman on and said I might as well kick it!
[x2]Reppin tenor moments but I'm baritone
See me spit lyrics in the microphone
Play Mario Kart well you know I pwn
Steal 1st place like I'm Al Capone
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The Comic Sads Columbus, Ohio
The Comic Sads is a music project by one half of the Columbus Oh nerdcore duo Cliff B. The Comic Sads goes into somewhat more introspective topics and issues than 2d6, but still attempting to present in a mostly comedic way. They have been making bad music for 11 years, and they're not stopping any time soon. ... more
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