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King Geedorah

Genres: Hip-Hop

Anti-matter Lyrics - King Geedorah

From Venus to Mars back to Earth 

Back to the x p o Satellite 

It's showtime nigga King Geedorah on the boards (King Geedorah) 

MF Doom and I am Mister Fantastik 

 

Expeditiously I be on my grizzly 

Feds try to creep me somehow always miss me 

Mister Fantastik put the busy in the bee 

Rock from the bottom straight to the Tizzy 

 

Who is he?... he need to get out more 

Or either get outta here like some dang outlaw 

Standing like Lurch no herb in the record bin 

Called him for a random search curbside checkin' and 

 

It's on nigga on and crackin' like Digg'em lips be smacking 

Running off at the mouth steady talk bout us 

On some shit they overheard but enough is enough 

 

Yeah, It's neither here nor there Black 

Warfare in your ear CLAK CLAK CLAK CLAK CLAK 

What's that your hearing things TAT TAT TAT TAT TAT 

Be wearing your thinking hat 

 

No matter how hard they try they can't stop us now 

We got King Geedorah on the boards with that golden sound (Are you Serious) 

They don't know how we get down when we're out uptown 

(Deadly Serious King Geedorah) 

So when you see us in the streets don't be fuckin' around (Perfect) 

 

A hundred things on the re-up of course I'm living fat 

My Mercedes outside nigga where yours at 

Top down on a good day the K the I the wood way 

Got cats thinking should I stay fuck what the hood say 

Niggaz wanna rob me now 

Bitches wanna slob me now 

Hoes didn't holla last year feel sorry now 

Practice jumpshot Reggie Mil (Reggie Miller) Robert Horry now 

The nigga that you with played like Atari now 

Lyrically unorthodox I flow continuous 

Never on a straight path I'm known to bend a twist 

Put it down from the Suburb to the Tennament 

You bet against me but wanna wonder where your money went 

I get the cash take niggaz out like trash 

Known to stack a mean stash they used to call me pure math 

Back in the days all I did was stay paid 

But as they say in the South bitch gimme some head 

 

Excuse Me mister do she got a sister 

Who he not to kiss her True she do got a blister 

Not a movie plot twist like a twistler 

If I needed my meat burned I'd go to Sizzler 

Getting paid like a biker with the best crank 

Sprayed like a high ranked sniper in the West Bank 

Type to just blank and don't show much pitty 

When I'm in the city I always keep a dutch with me 

Touch her titty till she ask me where the trees is at 

Or tell me don't squeeze that rats wanna tease a cat 

Let the dog beg wait up 

Who talking Doom with the hog leg straight up New Yorkin' 

 

No matter how hard they try they can't stop us now (That's Correct) 

We got King Geedorah on the boards with that golden sound (King Geedorah) 

They don't know how we get down when we're out uptown (I Just Can't Stand the Guy) 

So when you see us in the streets 

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