MC Chipmunk

We know how you feel about this opening bands

And assert that they are leeching and stealing your fans

Man, that's a loser move, we all need support

MC Chipmunk's coming up short

We met a little rapper who is so damn cute

Has this chubby little cheeks standing 3 ft. 2

We call him Chipmunk because his voice is squeaky too

And when he said he smoked weed, dude he lied to you

And he doesn't guzzle Robotussin, he doesn't do much

The stuff he raps about, yaps about

Telling kids to track him down

After the show in the parking lot

Because that's where he says he likes to spark his pot

His fans find out that he just talks a lot

He's like a little puppy dog, likes to bark a lot

And never bite, except for the songs that he writes

In every piece of culture he regards in taking sides

It's amazing, watch him walk out and press play

The Gummi-Bear soundtrack blows the crowd away

But I gotta say, this kid is smarter than he looks

We bought his CD and started singing all his hooks

We played a couple of shows, I guess he got the upper hand

He tricked us into thinking the he was indeed man

He was all smiles, laughing, joking, slapping hands

He said he was a fan as he hopped inside the van

But that's typical for MC Chip

He's a hypocritical little twit

Whose face drips, I don't trust him a bit

He's not fit for this music

First he's not nerdcore but now he tries to use it

Whatever, we had a show set up to play together

but Chipmunk steps up and says he'd never

share the stage with Optimus and promptly kicked us out

He claimed that we left a bad taste in his mouth

What's that all about?

See Chip use us to be heel

Afraid to say this face to face he chooses just to squeal

I'm no you're sensitive Chip, but sorry, listen up

We live in Seattle of course we think the bears suck

We know how you feel about these opening bands

And you think that they're leeching and stealing your fans

Man, that's a loser move dude, we all need support

MC Chipmunk's coming up short

You think about you, anything is awesome

You used the burning man so quickly and often

You could be the king of your level minded court

But MC Chipmunk's coming up short

Hey Chip, I'm sorry that I think you're a dick

Maybe I'm the one who's a prick

Maybe I'm the one who played PAX and then never came back

With my fez too pumped up and big

You this might be a fact, that we're the novelty act

Then I'm the throwaway wrapper with disposable check

I mean, maybe we're the ones who like to overreact

Maybe I'm the comedian pretending to rap

Or maybe not

Let's say we stop before it gets confusing

I'm not the rapper in the big time movie

I'm not the dude in the Post and the Times

I'm just Wheelie Cyberman, you know from Optimus Rhyme

The point is this:

We're nowhere near as big as MC Chip

And MC Chip is nowhere near as big as what he thinks he is

I hope he gets a million hits and figures that he wins

but then it's single player Chip 'cause you don't have any friends

Megalomaniac, that's you dude

We never said what we think around you

Don't get me wrong, yes this song is true

I won't let it go, other systems too

Yeah, think about it, gonna rap gonna lose it

Who's this kid with derivative music

Ha Chip, wish you the best

Come to the top with full success

Stab your friends in the back and chest

Get what you need you snot nosed pest