Ummmm hello! I was wondering, 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 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-rox0red on a prior boot

it's moot, she only dates guys in chokes and boots,

not brutes lacking eyeliner 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

and damn her if she giggles damn her double if she laughs

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 a 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 that I endure: this close to her splendor

yet besieged by my shyness; try this: I surrender!

I'll 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 coveting

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

all 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 tried to get into some cheerleaders and failed

banana repugnant and tanned, so bland and so stale

i avail myself of the local cafe, 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 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

and damn her if she giggles damn her double if she laughs

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

I met a hundred dozen of 'em, never ever humped one