No Snakes Alive (Take Me to Your Leader Version)

Geedorah has arrived, you guys could take five

By the time it’s over, no snakes alive

Take the dive, I'm telling you, you’re better off

Then up against the flow that make her take her sweater off

From the set off, when it came to scripts, he could hardly brag

It’s the result of concentration and lollygag

I said: Yeah, right, he pulled a mic out a snotty rag

Was sealed up air-tight, and wrapped up in a body bag

Get an advance and catch chance writer’s block

After spending the first and last penny, my own worst enemy

Tell me if I'm OD and usual flow

And made deals with these cats who keep sending dough, so

The Three-Headed set it, never get busted

He’s a man of his word who’s not to be trusted

Beats encrypted, multi-faceted, encrusted

Sweaty palm, keep mic rusted

Sort of mellow type of fellow

Who sometimes spaz on wife like Othello

Hell no. He won’t use words like Illuminati

Or Gotti or shotty, he might use karate

Azar the Gaza caught cut, I’ll ask why

A mask with the ball-style caps saying: That’s fly

Exact dough till it stack high

White hoe, black guy, the rap game black eye

Exhilaration, Jet Jag’s accelerations

Touch speeds minds can’t conceive

Achieve altered altitudes and angles, angels answer aura

Illumination awesome, interpretation awkward

Alarm, ankle house arrest

Who’s best? Monsta Island Czars

Crush pawn dreams to be king

A frank reality, calculation could never be

Quest destined, distant competition dusted

Disgusted, race for second, crowded, clouded

Confusion, conclusion: Simple, plain

Self-education, self-made millionaires

Serpents slithering, sidewinds searching

Stalking, heat-sensing, can’t have me

Jet Jag’s Rikki-Tikki-Tavi, superhero

Hit zero to sixty, hot pursuit, pedal to the floor

Handling lyrics, traction

Swerving left, right

Making head-fakes

Playing high stakes

Levitates

Quick! Hit breaks, they fly past, hit wall, parts

Fly loose, killer mongoose

Fake niggas continue to practice the art of intimidation

Sterile minds conceiving thought for artificial insemination

Syntax the sequence, arranging lessons so deliberate

Making wise words clear, but population stay illiterate

Consider it, Gods refine power, fools get rid of it

Men build dreams on promises but lacking the will to deliver it

Yo, I dissolve connivers like saliva on tic-tacs

Gone astray, but get the job done like socks that’s mismatched

Flip tracks, murder snakes, drunk niggas killing six packs

Choking on venom, suffering tricknological kickbacks

Poverty-stricken minds with thoughts barely worth two cents

Build history through time, linear design on blueprints

A nuisance lies in disguise, Eighty-Five Percent never knew

Wise men arise and pull files like Internal Revenue

Forever true, opposing self-evidence with leverage

Upset the beast belly, concoct homogenized beverage

Clever shit, calculated sabotage, Trojan Horse

Giftwrapped ambush, lethal energy in motion that grows in force

Trojan swords strategically aligned throughout the underworld

God of Elevation kill Superman, rape Wondergirl

Fictitious character decapitated, fake beings susceptible

To everyday occurrence, a fatal outcome’s inevitable

Might as well join the force, boss

Chance? Take a loss like a coin-toss

Roll with a double-headed nickel

While the partner Jet Jag with the sickle, you in a pickle

King Geedorah, your ass better leave him alone

‘Fore he cold-catch a seizure and leave you blown

If he ain’t the best, he’s the best in

The top three out of myself, I, and me

Put on your thinking caps

Or act like you had a slight inkling perhaps

Or get smacked back in the ring like Bob Backlund

Ink jet-black, you wack

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!

Hey, what’s the meaning of this?

Shut up!

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, young man