The Fine Print

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 Ava core
 Have it your way, grab his straw, Jabber jaw
 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 Thunder bird 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 and 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