Fazers

Follow the light. The light is your guide

I am controller of Planet X (three-three!)

And I've invited you here to discuss something that's very important

King Geedorah, take me to your leader

Quick to claim that he not no snake like: Me neither

They need to take a breather

He been rhyming longer than Sigmund the sea creature

Been on Saturday feature

Pleased to meet ya

And came to wake you up out the deep sleeper, like

He needed to stop before he caught the knee-drop

Even give you more zip-zip than ZZ Top

With full beers thou shall not ball corner

Geedorah like: One more steps, and y'alls goners

So-called rich, front if you wanna

When he spit electrics don't be in y'all saunas

He only here to warn us what the plan is

The hour is upon us, it's bananas

Born alone, die alone, no matter who your man is

Hope he live long enough to tell it to his grandkids

King Geedorah, three-finger ring fever

Spring chicken eater, ID'ed as the ringleader

Who needs a heater? Catch 'em with bare hands

These same hands that make razors out beer cans

His own biggest fan

And got a fan base as big as Japan

Uh, yeah? And?

All hail the king, and give him three cheers, fam! (Fam?)

Like: Hip, hip, hooray!

Do his thing for the little kings like Sling Blade

To the grave, put in work like a slave

On how to flip scripts on the dipstick brigade

Rock 'em like Sus-sussudio played

Back when we used to rock the shag, no fade

This skilled trade like a tailor made suede

Hit the studio, and I'm paid

Half upfront, half upon mastering

Would you like that in cash? Last thing you should ask the king

You don't have to be no crystal ball reader

Allergic to saltpeter, used to be a war beater

In the game like a Wall Street cheater

A lot of rap noise is annoying like Cita

Turn into a triple-X monster from a fairy tale movie

He don't know me very well, do he?

King Geedorah, crush on the seed's teacher

They need to pay 'em better, she had nothing on the reefer

Heifer, and I had to offer her a stick of gum

She was as thick as they come and taught a strict curriculum (dumb bitch)

Which is only good for my son

When I'm in the hood, razors on tongue

Nowadays, it's amazing raising young

Rule number one: Keep your fazers on stun