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
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
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 stand
s 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
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 week s
'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
King Geedorah 
