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Gather around children, you might learn something.Here's the story of a dude, his name was FrostyWho made more money than the Insane Clown PosseAnd he lived that rapper life, hella gold chains and iceAnd he liked to show it off 'cause he was flossyMade his living as the first rapping snowmanHe was known around the world as quite a showmanBut he started underground, working on a brand new soundAnd his people called him Frosty the Flow ManStarting winnin' local battles as an MCBut the problem was that Frosty wasn't friendlyAnd he stepped on people's toes, now everybody knowsThat bad karma's riding shotgun in his BentleySee he never paid his agent her commissionAnd cold-hearted that was Frosty's disposition'Cause he spent it all on blow, put that snow right up in his noseAnd he started making hella bad decisionsCHORUS: Frosty the Flow Man,Signed a major label dealBut the car he bought was just much too hotAnd he could not keep it realFrosty the Flow Man,Sold his publishing they sayBut his debts accrued, he annoyed his crewAnd the bank took his house awayYo Frosty, Frosty, please don't be so bossy, Yelling at the engineer, like "Go get me coffee!"Worse than Gaddafi, business skills on sloppyScreaming at his publicist, "I told you make them glossy!"Photo shoots, videos, YouTube and VimeoCaviar, escargot, it was quite a pitty yo,It was all recoupable, something Frosty didn't knowEgo it began to grow, album sales began to slowEventually he lost all perspectiveAnd the heat went to his head as expectedLocal snowman rapper on that major label ladder And the fans, well they grew less receptiveWhen his second album dropped it was dubstepBut his style wasn't known in those clubs yetAnd the label wasn't stable, it turned out that they weren't ableto help Frosty move those units so they dumped himCHORUS: Frosty the Flow Man,Knew his skills weren't hot that daySo he sold his car and he wrote 8 barsOn the debts he could not payNow Frosty the Flow Man,Tried to make the voices stopEvery single night, smoking crack in his pipeGetting drunk by the liquor shopThere must have been some angel dust in the coke rock that he found'Cause when he smoked it all away he burned down half the townCHORUS:Frosty the Flowman Was insane as he could beAnd the cops they say when they locked him awayHe was high on PCPFrosty the Flowman Is chillin' in the cell all aloneServing fifteen years till his sentence clears'Cause his chance in the game was blownRappity rap rap, rappity rap rap, look at Frosty goRappity rap rap, rappity rap rap, spending all his dough 2. Holiday Treats (featuring Adam WarRock) 04:13 lyrics buy track "Holiday Treats" (featuring Adam WarRock)lyrics by MC Lars & Adam WarRock / beat by K-MurdockOne of the things I noticed about the holidays is that we all get together and eat hella sugar, ever year. We love to consume massive quantities colorful junk food, because it's tradition. I mean, we even make houses out of gingerbread just to eat them, that's crazy. Well, this year I'm hoping it's different, check out my plan, when it comes to holiday treats, I'm just saying no.250, plus, that was my weightCouldn't get laid, couldn't find a dateRocking XL hoodies with that 40 inch waistI was all up on the tour bus, straight stuffing my faceWith cakes, and pies, and In-n-Out BurgersDouble double trouble, I had to take it furtherThen I lost hella weight, and the ladies said, "Hi"I had self-control and I figured out whyI ate to escape all the pain and depressionBut food's not therapy, so I learned my lessonWith protein, salads and light Italian dressin'Eggs in the morning, a brand new expressionOf health, so alive, 'cause my life was back on trackI lost sixty pounds, didn't want to gain it backNow the holidays are coming so I wrote a little poem'Cause I'd hate to spend New Year's alone (and it goes)CHORUS:When you're chubbyGirls won't sleep with youWhen you're skinnyHella girls sleep with youWhen you're heftyBloggers make fun of youGet those holiday treats off the menuWhen you're chubbyGirls won't sleep with youWhen you're skinnyHot girls sleep with youWhen you're portlyPeople make fun of youGet those holiday treats off the menuOnce a upon a time I was on the swim team scarfin'Everything I could, but these days I'd be barfin'Back then adolescence had me growing on the dailyBut I tried to keep the same caloric intake going maybeBut then I realized something, it was kind of obviousLife is still delicious, no matter what the topping isYou're body's always changing, you've got to keep on top of itMetabolism switches really there's no stoppin' itIt's all good though, take a deep breath,Meditate a little, decimate the stressHave a healthy meal, watch your favorite movieLike "Who Framed Roger Rabbit" while snackin' on some sushi Eddie Valiant stopped drinking he was thinking it was timeTo put away the past and help Roger solve the crimeSo please keep the pounds off, I'm guessing aBalanced healthy meal will help you pull a chick like JessicaREPEAT CHORUSRed Bull? We ain't drinkin' itMountain Dew? We ain't drinkin' itMonster Energy? We ain't drinkin' itCoca Cola? We ain't drinkin' itSprite? Nah, we ain't drinkin' itDr. Pepper? We ain't drinkin' itCrystal Pepsi? We ain't drinkin' it(Adam WarRock, tell 'em what you're thinkin' kid)ADAM WARROCK VERSE:Ayo ho ho ho, yo Lars why you frontin'?Comin' to get these cookies and milk, the Crunch 'n MunchUp in the popcorn tinsAnd candy canes and gummy dropsFilling up your stockings, till the point it makes your tummy popStep into my gingerbread house, the second levelTake the staircase, now my breathing's all disheveledAnd now I'm huffing and puffing, from thanksgiving stuffingAnd the Halloween candyMy blood pressure's is rough andHolidays come, they talk of mirth and gleeBut deep down inside, the people hurting you seeSo they fill it up with consumerismWhile drinkin' themselves into oblivionAnd chase it with high fructose syrup inHoliday treats should be the people you loveAnd all the memories of the past year that you dugI'm glad that I met Lars, thankful that he's feeling healthyIndie rap, positivity, knowledge of self, b! 3. How the Grinch Occupied Whoville 02:42 lyrics buy track "How the Grinch Occupied Whoville"lyrics by MC Lars / beat by DicepticonEach Who down in Whoville liked Christmas a lotBut the Grinch up north, well he sure did notHe sure hated Christmas and hated the seasonDon't ask me why, no one knows the reasonAs the 1% with a grinchy frownAnd that corporate greed, 'cause he couldn't be downWith the joyful smiles of the girls and boysMaking hella Christmas noise with their Christmas toysThat he wanted for himself so the Grinch beganTo occupy Whoville, with a twisted a planWith a coat and a hat and a Grinchy trickHe chuckled and clucked, "I look like St. Nick"His reindeer, in fact, it was Max the dogRed thread on his head with a horn tied onHe loaded some bags and some empty sacksOn a ramshackle sleigh that he hitched to MaxThe windows were dark and snow filled the airThe Whos were all dreaming sweet dreams without careHe slid down the chimney, a rather tight pinchIf Santa could do it, then so could the GrinchToo big to fail, he was unregulatedLike banks up on Wall Street with pockets inflatedHeart was so greedy, proceeded to takeThe iPads, and laptops and new roller skatesUp in the icebox, he stole the whole feastThe pudding, the ham, the corn and roast beefStuffed the food in the chimney and left with much glee"And now" said the Grinch, "I will stuff up the tree"but then he heard something, it was a small WhoWho yelled "Hold on, stop!" it was young Cindy LiuShe stood there upset, a sad look on her faceHe sprayed her with mace and was out of that placeCHORUS:This is how the Grinch, this is how the GrinchThis is how the Grinch occupied WhovilleAt a quarter past two, the Whos still in bed,All still a-snooze, so he packed up his sledHe packed it with presents! The ribbons! The wrappings!The tags and the tinsel! The trimmings! The trappings!Three thousand feet up on the side of the mountainHe rode with the loot and decided to count itHe thought of the Whos, 99% percentNow he was the richest, he knew what it meantHe gambled the hedge-funds and merged all the banksFor the GLB act, he had to give thanksWith no limitation to all he could earnThe billions of dollars in wealth he observedHe thought of Whos all lining the streets"We're starving" they'd say, "we have nothing to eat"He laughed till he heard something else in the snow,It started out low, then it began growThis sound wasn't sad! This sound sounded merry!It couldn't be so but it was merry, very!He starred down in Who-ville, and popped out his eyesHe couldn't believe this amazing surpriseEach Who down in Who--ville, the tall and the small,Was singing - so loud with no presents at allHe hadn't stopped Christmas from coming, it came!Somehow or other, it came just the sameHe thought, "Maybe my greed is destructive and wrong"He ran down the hill and joined in on their songHe gave back the gifts and carved up the roastA glass in his hand, led them all in a toastWhat happened right then - well in Whoville the saythe Grinch's small heart, got much bigger that dayEveryone cheered and they all gave much thanksHe occupied Whoville, restructured the banksREPEAT CHORUSThey repealed the Gramm-Leach-Bliley actWhile the hedge-fund gamblers all got taxedAnd the bailouts got paid for by the banks in factMerry Christmas everyone, so occupy that! 4. Puking on Thanksgiving 03:34 lyrics buy track "Puking on Thanksgiving"lyrics by MC Lars / beat by K-MurdockYou know, there's something really special about Thanksgiving. Coming back from tour and confronting the emotional crises in the house you grew up in, dealing with depression and alienation of an unconventional and financially unstable career. Ah yes, home for the holidays.I know I'm alone, I'm okay with that'cause I've been on my own since way, way backput my feelings on the map, well where I'm atIs lost in this desert, as a matter of factOn airports, trains, no sleep exhaustedI got too wasted, I guess I lost itCame home for Thanksgiving, throwing up on the floorTill my sister came knocking on the bathroom door(Are you okay?) Yeah I am,stressed out about the distro deal I'm chasing in JapanAnd the emails from the fans, piled up like "Damn"Where's my purple hoodie? Probably left it in the vanHorris Records is a label that is very DIYMaybe too DIY for just one guy, that's whyThat's why I pile work on my desk hella high'cause life is meaningless and we're going too dieCHORUS:Puking on ThanksgivingWarped Tour, England, time awayEnding my relationships in every dayBut I can't kill myself, because I don't play With suicide bro, no not todayBut I get so down when I read the newsOn earthquakes, floods and droughts, typhoonsAnd what will Sydney in 2052?When the city's underwater, got the global warming bluesSo I back and laugh with a turkey plateExcused myself but it was just too late"Uh where'd Lars go?" "I think he's taking a bath""In the middle of dinner?" "Dad don't ask"Crawled into bed then I fell asleepWoke up at 4, guess I really shouldn't drinkTime with the family? Not this yearLOL depression, pain, guilt and fearCHORUS:Puking on Thanksgiving.Don't tell PETA Don't tell PETA I ate the turkey I'm sorry I puked all over the floor mom and dad! Touring is hard. I have to get up at 3, soundcheck at 5, sign autographs and sell t-shirts and rap. My life is so hard, oh God. Next year I won't make a mess. Peace. 5. 2011 (Rolling Stone Subscription) 03:24 lyrics buy track "2011 (Rolling Stone Subscription)"lyrics by MC Lars / beat by ChrysoOh good, I got it.CHORUS:Rolling Stone, Rolling Stone subscriptionRolling Stone, it's what I want for ChristmasTI, Drake, From First to Last, Skrillex, Vevo, AfrojackDonald Glover, Patti Smith, Tinie Tempah, Limp BizkitLarry David, Yoko Ono, Lil Wayne, Ice Loves CocoKiki Kannibal, Super 8, Lady Gaga, Ricky GervaisWiz Khalifa, Sat Your Goals, Straight edge punk, LMFAOHyro da Hero, Donald Trump, Nas, Mod Sun, PendulumAndy Samberg, Australian fires, Tom Morello, Steven TylerGame of Thrones, Breathe Carolina, Moby, Beck, Bob Dylan in ChinaREPEAT CHORUSYelawolf, Facebook, Avril Lavigne, Swedish House Mafia, Charlie SheenLarry David, REM, Mumford & Sons, David LettermanKim Kardashian, A Day to Remember, Coheed, My Chem changing membersBad Meets Evil, Amanda Knox, Spotify, Sole, the Office, Rick RossMichelle Bachman, David Guetta, Katy Perry, Tony BennetThe Beastie Boys, the Dalai Lama, Willow Smith, Libya, ObamaHoward Stern, the Walking Dead, Yuck, No Doubt, Bin LadenAdele, Odd Future, Pusha-T, John Stewart, Bill Mar, Bruce SpringsteinREPEAT CHORUSThe Voice, Trent Reznor Young JeezyDas Racist, Big K.R.I.T.The Black Keys, Primus, Rush, Jay-Z NKOTBSBHeavy D RIP, Amy Winehouse RIPGil Scott-Heron RIP, The singer from Warrant RIPREPEAT CHORUS 6. MC Lars is Coming to Town 04:21 lyrics buy track "MC Lars Is Coming to Town"lyrics by MC Lars / beat by K-MurdockWow! Look who's playing tonight! It's my favorite rapper ever, plus it's all ages show. Let's go Felix! It will be the most joyful evening ever. But of course, let's make sure we do our homework first, time management is awesome. Holler.DIY, yeah I still be that guyCalifornia love lookin' fly 'til I die Sci-fi with that Ray Bradbury on my lapGot those lit-hop rhymes that I rap, then I napChildlike wonder, forever stayin' youngReading Robert Crumb, always having funSan Fran is the place where I left my heartYou might find me at the MoMa with a passion for artAnd that punk rock energy, hippie kindnessRead some Walt Whitman it reminds usTo lay back on that transcendental Buddhist clarity, relax your mentalI'm in the Prius crusin', you see these custom platesServivin' all the fiends over there by the Gold GateChill with me, when you hear that fresh soundBecause MC Lars is coming to your townCHORUSYou better get hyphyHands in the sky Daily and nightly Wave 'em up high MC Lars is coming to town MC Lars is coming to townHe's writing dope rhymes And reppin' the Yay; Making hot beats With something to sayMC Lars is coming to townMC Lars is coming to townWhat makes you happy? What brings you peace?Sufjan Stevens newest CD?Hip-hop, Rick Ross or philosophy?Kanye West? Nas? Jay-Z?They're all great people, all great artists,But success comes to those who work the hardestSo update your Twitter, update your statusSpread it world wide and perfect your practiceYou can be a star in the shining nightI learned how to be a rapper through rhyming tightMy ego? Had to put it wayBecause we don't exist, and it's all okayAnd nothing is real, we're floating spaceImpermanent life with the dreams we chaseThe rhymes that I drop, well they're so profoundBecause MC Lars is coming to townREPEAT CHORUSYou feel him when he's flowingYou know he keeps it real He's done this ish for ten whole years Without a record deal You read it when he's tweetingHe never takes a breakYou see him selling merch at shows With high fives and handshakes Oh! Leprechauns for Christmas look what I gotSmall Irish men in my holiday sockThey danced around it was so absurdBouncing off the walls like some Angry BirdsI said, "Y'all need to stop, you're making a mess"I was in my boxers, I was barely dressedAnd I must confess it was hella bizarreThe way I fit the whole entire posse all in my carDrove into to town, this was my goalTo send the whole crew back to the North poleOr Dublin, whatever, it was quite ridiculousMy plan was really solid and I knew I had to stick with itGot to the post office it was closedThe UPS store, it was closedThey're driving me insane, it was getting really oldMy 27 friends, well they really had to go"We're not leaving," they said defiantlyWhat could I do? I had to silence theIrish folk songs that they sang for hoursDrove back home, locked them in the showerThey started to yell, they started to screamBut then I woke up, it was all a bad dreamOr was it? I checked my stockingTurned around, heard someone talkingA jolly fat man in a big red suitAnd y'all know who I was talking toMy boy Felix, he's always wearing redHe said merry Christmas I brought you some breadI said "Bread like skrill?" he said, "no rhye"This verse is mad confusing, so please don't even tryTo analyze my Jungian significanceThe meaning is dissembled by some mad poetic dissonanceREPEAT CHORUSOh man, Felix, that was such a great show. I can't believe we got to meet him. He looked so sad though, all that pain behind his eyes. I hope he doesn't commit suicide before next Christmas. I heard he's been puking on Thanksgiving. 7. A Song for Steve 04:42 lyrics buy track "A Song for Steve"lyrics by MC Lars / beat by K-Murdock"Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later. Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something--your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. Believing that the dots will connect down the road will give you the confidence to follow your heart even when it leads you off the well worn path... and that will make all the difference." - Steve Jobs (1955-2011)A visionary passed away, In Silicon Valley where the orchards swayAn adopted kid with a curious mind, Sticking bobby pins in every single outlet he could findHe burned his hands but somehow survivedDrank ant poison but stayed aliveMoved to Mountain View at the age of threeMet Steve Wozniak when he was just fourteenThey understood each other, went phone phreakin'Blue box hacking, sold them every weekendFell in love with a girl, and dropped mad acidProcessed the pain, 'cause he felt so abandonedBy his birth parents, so he played guitarWrote poems in a cabin that was tucked away farIn the mountains, way above CupertinoWent to Reed college, but never finished we knowThat a trip to India would teach him much more,Hiked the Himalayas with no remorseBuilt a new computer in his mom's garageNamed from an Apple farm that Steve Jobs sawWhen he came back home, born to be inventiveEmulate Atari, that was his incentiveAffordable computers on every desk'Cause power to the people would bring successAnd when the Apple II had run its courseHe looked to Xerox as the desktop sourceHijacked the mouse, but Steve was firedIn a corporate clash, so he soon he conspired To build the NeXT machine, with $20 millionFrom Ross Perot, but it hit a ceilingIt was too expensive, though well designedMeanwhile Bill Gates stole Windows 95From the Mas OS, Gates made a killingSo Jobs bought Pixar and made more than a billionWith a groundbreaking film, Toy Story was a hitAnd Disney had his back to help market itMeanwhile, financially Apple was in troubleSo they asked Steve back to come burst the bubbleAnd the iMac? It was a huge successThey focused on content to relieve the stressWhen iTunes debuted we said, "Oh my God"Putting music and movies, on our new iPodsNow iPhones and iPads are everywhere"Life happens in a flash" Steve once declaredHe fused corporate culture, with the 60s dreamAnd taught the whole world to think diffe