Nerd lyricist, craft mogul, a genius with the yo-yo,
Ya'll know me from the internet
D-O-C P-O-P dot O-R-G
Click to subscribe to my RSS feed
Tiptoe through mediocrity
I'm nowhere near as popular as I propose to be
But if you wanna play chess you can find me
I'll open up y'r defense, like goatse

When I'm on my bike I put most cars to the test
I pass hella packed buses like my backpack's got jets
To live a life without regrets, is the goal
I keep the rubber side down, when I roll

I've got a nasty ol' collection of Casio's that need circuit bendin'
Raise y'r hands, if you know the feeling of the obsessive collector
Of obsolete and obscure
From Comics and toys, to novelty records
I'm a comedy writer, a comics illustrator
A yo-yo pro and a mouth harp aficionado
I'm Doc Pop, Nerdcore Hip Hop
A termed coined by MC Frontalot
I've never doubted it 'cause I knew it was true
But if you needed proof you could use
wiki wiki pedia

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Where in the Bay, watching the bubble re-inflate
Twittering earthquakes while the buildings still shake
Stuck somewhere between success and my dreams
But that's alright, 'cause everything is just what it seems
In the town where I grew up, I had no friends
So I sat inside watching Public Television
Consequently my home looks like Grouchland
And every word I speak is with a Mr. Rogers accent
Will you be my neighbor?
Will you be my friend?
Will you be my inspiration, I can thank you with a hyperlink in the end

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Drown Radio know you've been warned
I grab the microphone and I keep the crowd warm
A rocket from the south like Werner Von Braun
Set the tempo, push the button, and now I'm gone