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Apr212015

Thrift Shop [Macklemore Cover with Kirby Krackle]

We covered "Thrift Shop" with Kirby Krackle at KrackleFest 2014 @ the Hard Rock Cafe Seattle, despite none of us actually liking the song (it was a tribute to Seattle music, and we'd do just about anything for Kirby Krackle). These are our slightly-altered song lyrics.

Nah, walk up to the club like, "What up? We're nerdcore hip hop" 
I'm so pumped about some shit from the thrift shop 
Ice on the fringe, it's so damn frosty 
That people like, "Damn! That's a cold ass honkey." 
Rollin' in, hella deep, headin' to the mezzanine, 
Dressed in all pink, 'cept my gator shoes, those are green 
Draped in a leopard mink, girls standin' next to me 
Probably shoulda washed this, smells like Yellow Laser Beam (Pisssssss) 
But shit, it was ninety-nine cents! (Bag it) 
Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments 
Passin' up on those moccasins someone else's been walkin' in 
Bummy and grungy, fuck it, man I am stuntin' and flossin' and 
Savin' my money and I'm hella happy that's a bargain, bitch 
I'ma take your grandpa's style, I'ma take your grandpa's style, 
No for real - ask your grandpa - can I have his hand-me-downs? (Thank you) 
Velour jumpsuit and some house loafers 
Brown coat jacket found diggin' like a gopher 
They had a broken keyboard, I bought a broken keyboard 
A Will Wheaton blanket, then I bought a kneeboard 
Hello, hello, turned out like a bordello 
John Wayne ain't got nothing on my fringe game, hell no 
I could take some Pro Wings, make them cool, sell those 
The sneaker heads would be like "Aw, he got the Velcros"

What you know about rockin' an ewok on your noggin? 
What you knowin' about wearin' a star fox skin? 
I'm digging, I'm digging, I search and scrub the scum-up 
One man's trash, that's another man's come-up 
Thank your granddad for donating that plaid button -up shirt 
'Cause right now I'm up in her stuntin' 
I'm at the Goodwill, you can find me in the bins (Ruxpins) 
I'm not, I'm not stuck, I’m searchin' in that section (Ruxpins) 
Your grammy, your aunty, your momma, your mammy 
I'll take those flannel zebra jammies, second-hand, I rock that motherfucker 
The built-in onesie with the socks on that motherfucker 
I hit the party and they stop in that motherfucker 
They be like, "Oh, that Gucci - that's hella tight." 
I'm like, "Yo - that's fifty dollars for a T-shirt." 
Limited edition, let's do some simple addition 
Fifty dollars for a T-shirt - that's just some ignorant bitch (shit) 
I call that getting swindled and pimped (shit) 
I call that getting tricked by a business 
That shirt's hella dough 
And having the same one as six other people in this club is a hella don't 
Peep game, look through my view master telescope 
Tryna get girls from a brand and you hella won't 
Man you hella won't