Move over Kevin Bacon ?cause I?ve got a new game It?s called 'Six Degrees Of Kurt Cobain' The man was an icon of Generation X A sound between Joy Division
9 o'clock class feels like five Asleep at three, so sleep deprived Stat-60 satisfies 2C The math GER, not the one for me The Central Limit Theorem? Speak
And people tried to put us down When iTunes bumped a post-cold war sound My generation sat at the mecca of malls Times Square, I'm there, Via com installs
Once upon a time, in the city of Los Angeles "Marty, Marty, listen to me Bring me something the kids will cry for Get out there, and get us stoked" Meet
Post Kool Moe Dee post House of Pain Chuck D told me I had to be me So I bought the Public Enemy CD I ripped one track in mp3 Till Lars Ulrich came after
-bap I make rap fun, friendly, fresh and new MC Lars in the place, yeah boy, I thought you knew But were you actually born in Stockholm, Lars? No, but
just like Fred Durst. Call a nurse, disperse my thirst? put this process in reverse. Wish I?d had some warning first, MC Lars, '88 hearse. Now I'll never
and bring the crucifer He was the roommate from Hell, leaves his pitchfork in my bed I?m in a satanic panic 'cause he is messing with my head Lars you
you lose sometimes you win Rapgirl, rapgirl (Listen) I like you a lot, you've got what it takes To rock that Lars emo spot Rapgirl, rapgirl Check it
MC Lars is more punk than you Go Books about Evanescence (Are not punk rock) Guns n' Roses watches (Are not punk rock) Hello Kitty iPod cases (Are not
I wrote a song about a fetus named Cletus who tried To run for governor before he died He lived in California but traveled worldwide It was a big huge
online Living life behind the screen is a total waste of time Check online relationships Internet girl, Internet relationship Fresh, [Incomprehensible] physician [Incomprehensible] MC Lars
My friend Aileen made a time machine But was keen on keeping it shiny clean To travel back in time had always been my dream So, I hatched a scheme and
Call me Ahab, what? Monomaniac Obsessed with success unlike Steve Wozniak On the hunt for this mammal that once took my leg With my warn down crew and
Lars, you're on in ten minutes, you ready? I guess but I still gotta write some lyrics Aiight, just remember, it's crunk night In that case, I guess it
fans buy the shirt then they get the MP3 Music was a product, now it is a service Major record labels why are you trying to hurt us? Epic's up in my face like, "Don't steal our songs, Lars
Check out that noise in the background I'm mad green right now, it's a biodiesel generator I'm using it to run the computer studio for the recording of
terse Joy inverse just like Fred Durst Call a nurse, disperse my thirst Put this process in reverse Wish I'd had some warning first MC Lars, '88 hearse