The Fine Print

Render unto Geedorah what is Geedorah's

Ten to one he sees ya 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 it bald or Avacor

Have it your way, or grab his drawer, Jabberjaw

Since two tone Lee's, these new phonies is boney ho's

Lonely, like cheese and balogna only

I could've broke my sacro-philly-ac

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 teach 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 duller than a bake roll with no butter

The shutter of a cake hole

Who break drakes till 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

They 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 Smurf-berry

Hear ye, hear ye! How dare ye

Go up against the king who do his thing tri-yearly?

They 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

till vulture beaks eats the last meat off the cheeks

Maybe then they'll know the right words to speak

Out loud, at home, in the world, or in the streets

There'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 early and boiled in oil like curly fries

Even those that's Mr. Furley's size that earned the fate

Can 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

We regret that you have not yet complied with our order

We interpret this as a negative reply

We are prepared therefore to conquer the earth

We have stationed King Geedorah in the Western Hemisphere

Geedorah was always one of their weapons

And King Geedorah is completely controlled by our computers through magnetic waves

Are you a homo? (Like the others)

We help thousands of homos every month!

All I'm saying right

Is in the old days right

The women knew who the women were

The men knew who the men were

The women knew who the men were

And the men knew who the women were

I'm here to tell you that the future of your planet is at stake

I urge that you transmit that message to the nations of the Earth

Now do you feel like telling me where your leader is?