| Render unto Geedorah what is Geedorah’s
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| Ten to one he sees ya through a beaker and a tweezers
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| Read the fine print and be like, «What's the big deal?»
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| Spun wheels of steel since broke wheel Big Wheel
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| Back when it was greasy S-curl, now it’s easy dread
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| Had a rhyme on how they used to tease him 'bout his peasy head
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| Yes-yes-y'all to the beat, have it bald or Avacor
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| Have it your way, or grab his drawer, Jabberjaw
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| Since two tone Lee’s, these new phonies is boney ho’s
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| Lonely, like cheese and balogna only
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| I could’ve broke my «sacro-philly-ac»
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| Silly grind, Billy Jack, illy nine, milli black
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| Listen to it go «bang!» |
| Through and through a Kangol
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| A strange combination of a king who teach slang flow
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| Two-thirds slow, one-third amazing
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| Wonder words, fine sponsor of this Thunderbird occasion
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| And have an iller rhyme, at least by Miller Time
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| Collect the skrilla, and geese with a killer dime
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| Met her out in Killa Queens, originally she from the Philippines
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| I love the way she fill her jeans
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| Still a teen, and made for strange bedfellows
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| Okay, so it’s head to elbows for shell-toes
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| Uh-oh, heads up! |
| There she blows
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| A whole load of Head & Shoulders, and who care where she goes
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| Let the music take control
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| Just don’t let the evildoers abuse it and use it to take your soul
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| It’s like putting fire to fake gold, it turn colors
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| And get duller than a bake roll with no butter
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| The shutter of a cake hole
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| Who break drakes 'til it get old and flake mold
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| Cornball, have 'em seeing white stars, I warned y’all
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| Like getting hit with a bottle of Mo' from Sean Paul
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| «He not white» … Oh, he mad light though
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| Either which way, they not ready for the lightning show
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| They can’t scandalize mine
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| You could ask a swine who can’t stands when I shine
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| Geedorah the professor, add a question to the lessons
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| He suggest you get a full assessment instead of guessing
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| It’s too stressing, did he stutter like rookie yes-men?
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| Or did he just bring the butter, like the cookie chessmen
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| This just in: they ain’t even worth the worry
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| Lying on their first birth, and couldn’t even hurt a Smurf-berry
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| Hear ye, hear ye! |
| How dare ye
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| Go up against the king who do his thing tri-yearly?
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| They too carefree with their mouths around here
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| Off with his head, and display it at Town Square
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| On top a seven-feet spike, make sure it’s on tight
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| In light of when the peasants throw stones with all their might
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| Skull get smashed for weeks
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| 'Til vulture beaks eats the last meat off the cheeks
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| Maybe then they’ll know the right words to speak
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| Out loud, at home, in the world, or in the streets
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| It’s no escape, just in case
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| All the kings' mens and 'em decides to go apes
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| The most slick-talking of burly guys
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| Get caught early and boiled in oil like curly fries
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| Even those that’s Mr. Furley’s size that earned the fate
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| Can all get burned at the stake
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| Send word to his closest kins, that for his sins
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| We claim his throne, his providence, and its citizens
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| In the name of King Geedorah!
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| Don’t make him catch a seizure
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| «We regret that you have not yet complied with our order
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| We interpret this as a negative reply
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| We are prepared therefore to conquer the earth»
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| «We have station King Geedorah in the Western Hemisphere
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| Geedorah was always one of their weapons
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| And King Geedorah is completely controlled by our computers through magnetic
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| waves»
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| «Are you a homo? |
| (Like the others)
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| We help thousands of homos every month!»
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| «It's in the old days right
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| The women knew who the women were
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| The women knew who the men were
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| The men knew who the women were
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| And the men knew who the men were»
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| «I'm here to tell you that the future of your planet is at stake
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| I urge that you transmit that message to the nations of the Earth»
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| «Now do you feel like telling me where your leader is?» |