He's called MC Frontalot, he's a nerdcore rapper. He's awesome. Here's one of his songs, First World Problem. Enjoy!
"It's her." "Why is she running?" I... I don't know." "Who is she, now?" "We see her a lot of her in town." "Oh." "I wonder what's wrong?"
"I have to get out of here...", she thought to herself. "Get Gertrud!" a man's voice roared. "She took all of my fruit! It's all the food I had left!" Hearing this, Gertrud concealed herself, stopped, and listened. "Wha...? No, that can't be right..." "Found you!" directly after hearing this, Gertrud is yanked up into the air by a large man. "How?! I concealed myself so well!" She protests. "Do you think i'm stupid?! Those were the last of my food stock! You seriously think I wouldn't track it?!", he roars. "Last of your food supply? You know just as well as I do that food's scarce anymore. This, however... this is quite a bit of food. Given your girth, I think you could afford to go a day or two without it." she smirks. "I wonder if this is really the last of your food. You should be just as skinny as the rest of us, if you're to have me believe that this is all the food you have left. Really, you could afford to lose a few oranges, couldn't you? But, I guess it's the principle of it all, isn't it? I'm the poor and you're the r- Gah...!" "I think you need to quiet down, girl. Hand over the oranges." "I will do no such thing." Suddenly, Gertrud is flying through the air and crashes through a small cart. "I said, 'Hand over the oranges.' Now, if you want to keep breathing, you should do as I say." As Gertrud struggles to get up, she says, "You're some kind of special, aren't you? These oranges are what's going to KEEP me breathing! Food. Is. Life. You're of the rich folk. Just get more food!" "I said SHUT UP!" as he brings a fist falling to Gertrud, she kips up and kicks the man in the face. "This is my food! Rightfully stolen! And you will never, eeeveeer, give it back!" And thus, Gertrud flees back to her "home," to regroup and perhaps snack. To be continued... Blah. Christmas break, not so great. Home's boring, you know? School's where it's at, at least for me. Eeh. So, writing a blog... Never done that before. For class, too. Hmph. Well, it's an assignment, so I gotta do it. Getting behind won't get me anywhere. So, Christmas break, right? Yeah. It's a boring waste, but it's a nice break from school. At my current state? It's a confusing mess of boring relaxation. Or something. (I think?) I got to draw. (BLATANT SELF-ADVERTISMENT HERE: tssocm.deviantart.com) Script writing was abundant. I got somewhat mediocre gifts for Christmas, but that's okay, because it's the thought that counts, right? New Years was okay, two. Made resolutions. Two of them, in fact. But they don't get to be known to the public. But, when break was finally over and I was ready to go back to school... IT SNOWS. BLAH. So, as a result, we get TWO MORE WEEKS OF BREAK. ALL OF MY RAGE, RIGHT THERE! It snowed me in on my birthday, man! That's not cool! Snow's boring, especially when I can't even pack it! Fluffy snow's not fun. I hate it. But I love winter. I don't know what I believe anymore, my life's a lie.
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