The Fine Print Lyrics - Singles - King Geedorah

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 duller than a bake roll with no butter 

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 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 Smurfberry 

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 weeks 

'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 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 ...