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