Lyrics

[MC Frontalot] Hey, Wil! What's happening? It's... you remember MC Frontalot from PAX? [Wil Wheaton] Yes. You sang *Re: Your Brains*, right? [Front] I am so totally happy I ran into you, because I wanted to start one of these web blogs that people have. [Wil] Oh. [Front] And I was wondering if you would have, for me, any advice? [Wil] Did you read about it in *Parade* magazine or something? [Front] *Circus* [Wil] Well, that's a fascinating coincidence. I wanted to talk to you about my desire to get involved with rapping. [Front] Did you? [Wil] Yeah, yeah. I mean, I hate to impose on you, but you think I could drop some rhymes on you? [Front] That would be awesome. [Wil] They're phat rhymes! [Front] I would expect. [Wil] I am Wil Wheaton and my crabs are fresh Yo, I peel up a jumbo shrimp. Bite the flesh If I can't have an oyster then I get depressed And I'll finish up the lobster if you don't want the rest Crawfish is the best! Get a net and a vest! [Front] You know what, I'm going to stop you there. Are all your rhymes about seafood? [Wil] Yes! Yes they are. Shellfish, specifically. I'm calling it "Shellfishcore Hip-Hop." [Front] That seems like a weird and potentially self-limiting designation. [Wil] Oh, does it? [Front] Yeah, kind of. [Wil] Oh, does it? [Front] Oh, I see what you're doing. [Wil] Let's talk about you, what is your blog going to be about? [Front] Well, just, really the usual things like, conventions I go to, my writing career, my relation with my teenage stepson, my recollections of having stared in a seminal Stephen King blockbuster at one point in my late post-adolescence. [Wil] OK, I'm going to stop you right there. No one is going to want to read about that.