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Render unto Geedorah what is Geedorah's |
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Tend to when he seizure through a beaker and a tweezers |
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Read the fine print and be like, "What's the big deal?" |
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Spun wheels-of-steel since broke wheel Big Wheel |
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Back when it was greasy S-curl, now it's easy dread |
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Had a rhyme on how they used to tease him 'bout his peasy head |
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Yes-yes-y'all to the beat, have a ball or Avacore |
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Have it your way, grab his straw, Jabberjaw |
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Since two tone Lee's, these new phonies is boney hoes |
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Lonely like cheese and baloney only |
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I could've broke my "sacro-philly-ac" (sacroiliac) |
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Silly grind, Billy Jack, illy nine milli black |
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Listen to it go "bang!" Through and through a Kangol |
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A strange combination of a king who use slang flow |
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Two-thirds slow, one-third amazing |
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Wonder words, fine sponsor of this Thunderbird occasion (King!) |
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And have an iller rhyme, at least by Miller Time |
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Collect the skrilla and geese with a killer dime |
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Met her out in Killa Queens, originally she from the Philippines |
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I love the way she fill her jeans |
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Still a teen, and made for strange bedfellows |
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Okay, so it's head to elbows for shell-toes |
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Uh-oh, heads up! There she blows |
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A whole load of Head & Shoulders, and who care where she goes |
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Let the music take control |
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Just don't let the evildoers abuse it and use it to take your soul |
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It's like putting fire to fake gold, it turn colors |
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And get duller than a bake roll with no butter |
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The shutter of a cake hole |
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Who break drakes 'til it get old and flake mold |
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Cornball, have 'em seeing white stars, I warned y'all |
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Like getting hit with a bottle of Mo' from Sean Paul |
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(He not white) ... Oh, he mad light though |
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Either which way, they not ready for the lightning show |
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And can't scandalize mine |
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You could ask a swine who can't stands when I shine |
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Geedorah the professor, add a question to the lessons |
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He suggest you get a full assessment instead of guessing |
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It's too stressing, did he stutter like rookie yes-men? |
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Or did he just bring the butter, like the cookie chessmen |
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This just in: they ain't even worth the worry |
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Lying on their first birth and couldn't even hurt a Smurfberry |
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Hear ye, hear ye! How dare ye |
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Go up against the king who do his thing tri-yearly? |
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They're too carefree with their mouths around here |
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Off with his head, and display it at Town Square |
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On top a seven-feet spike, make sure it's on tight |
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In light of when the peasants throw stones with all their might |
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Skull get smashed for weeks |
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'Til vulture beaks eats the last meat off your cheeks |
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Maybe then they'll know the right words to speak |
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Out loud, at home, in the world, or in the streets |
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It's no escape, just in case |
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All the kings' mens and 'em decides to go apes |
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The most slick-talking of burly guys |
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Get caught and boiled in oil like curly fries |
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Even those that's Mr. Furley's size that earned the fate |
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Could all get burned at the stake |
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Send word to his closest kins, that for his sins |
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We claim his throne, his providence, and its citizens |
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In the name of King Geedorah! ... |
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Don't make him catch a seizure ... |
