The Fine Print

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 Avacore

Have it your way, grab his straw, Jabberjaw

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 Thunderbird occasion (King!)

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 & 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 ...