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