| Geedorah write a rhyme in the time he hollow out a flask | 
| Cracked a Guinness Stout with his teeth one time, swallowed the glass | 
| A pain in the ass, to say the least | 
| He came with many new techniques to slay the beast | 
| While simultaneously saving the streets | 
| Bombing and calming the savage with above-average beats | 
| Get the cabbage in the most lavish suites | 
| Consummate marriages in between the middle of sheets | 
| Provider of the vittles eats, trying to be the illest | 
| Dad a kid’ll meet for the love of patter of little feets | 
| It kind of gets you right here, don’t it? | 
| Mess with mine, your life’ll be a nightmare, won’t it? | 
| Left the 9 at home, I hope my lady don’t pawn it | 
| Doggone it, it ain’t even got no serial number on it | 
| For God’s sakes, spare the god the heartache | 
| Mentally scar a smart snake before he start to fake | 
| They love to hate him, on a certain level, need him | 
| Geedorah known to make a deal with the Devil and beat him | 
| Then proceed to sip a shot of vodka like methadone | 
| The mic said to the headphone, «We just want to be left alone | 
| So we can get it on to an unknown metronome»" | 
| Don’t worry: will he get to zone? | 
| Crews best to get their chrome | 
| Pay your overdue dues to King Geedorah, better known | 
| Getting grown, trying to get on the mic—instead, it’s blown | 
| Too many freaks, not enough circuses | 
| Only a true geek could peep how much work this is | 
| So put that in your blunt hole and puff it | 
| Stunts at the gun so y’all might as well stuff it | 
| Or can it, abandon ship. | 
| I’ll miss y’all | 
| And if they insist, beat ‘em all like fistball | 
| The news watch never stops | 
| From the city it mocks, «Who that on the idiot box?» | 
| «Well if it ain’t Geedorah, alert the media | 
| Maker of the beats that’s a real hurt-feeder | 
| Sometimes he come through to let you know he see ya | 
| Don’t let him have to call Smog to head-to-toe graffiti ya» | 
| Just flew in from Dallas, and, boy, is my talons calloused | 
| And what’s a girl like you doing here amongst the island’s foulest? | 
| A cat in Wonderland who found Alice | 
| Gee her with the flows by the gallon or the chalice | 
| Everybody wilding out, trying to be the wildest | 
| And refuse to acknowledge why this shit is so childish | 
| «One, two, one, two» play. | 
| I wonder what they do today | 
| Besides repeat their choruses more times than Confucius say | 
| And start too many songs with «Uh» or «Uhhh» | 
| Yeah, I hear you, soldier. | 
| I told ya like, «No duh!» | 
| It’s King Geedorah, the no-ass-getter | 
| Still qualify as a world-class spitter | 
| Shift to shitter, write a rhyme in the nighttime | 
| Make a beat taste like wine like I spiked mine | 
| And I heard it through the mic line | 
| That crews don’t even write rhymes, and I | 
| Hope that they get much better. | 
| Yes, I | 
| Doo-ooo-ooo-ooo | 
| I pledge that, every day I rep | 
| Know the ledge from every step, and I | 
| Hope that they do get better. | 
| Yes, I | 
| Doo-ooo-ooo-ooo | 
| Geedorah known to stack flows back-to-back- | 
| -to-back flows like, «And now back to our show» | 
| In other news, people had enough of them | 
| Other crews, up their dues, snuff a fews, cut a fuse | 
| Tape must be finished. | 
| Now what? |