Luyện nghe bài hát The Fine Print

Render unto Geedorah what is
Tend to when he seizure a beaker and a tweezers
Read the fine and be like, "What's the big deal?"
Spun wheels-of-steel since wheel Big Wheel
Back it was greasy S-curl, now it's easy dread
Had a rhyme on how they to tease him 'bout his peasy head
Yes, yes, y'all to the beat, a ball or Ava core
Have it your way, grab his straw, jaw
Since two tone Lee's, these new is boney hoes

Lonely like cheese and baloney
I broke my "Sacro-philly-ac"
(Sacroiliac)
Silly grind, Billy Jack, nine milli black
Listen to it go, bang, through and a Kangol
A strange combination of a who use slang flow
Two-thirds slow, amazing

words, fine sponsor of this Thunder bird occasion
And an iller rhyme, at least by Miller Time
the skrilla and geese with a killer dime
Met her out in Killa Queens, originally she from the
I the way she fill her jeans
a teen, and made for strange bedfellows

Okay, so head to elbows for shell-toes
Uh, oh, up, there she blows
A whole load of head and shoulders, and who where she goes
Let the take control
Just don't let the evildoers it and use it to take your soul
It's like putting fire to fake gold, it turn

And get duller than a bake roll with no

The shutter of a cake
Who break 'til it get old and flake mold
Cornball, have 'em seeing stars, I warned y'all
Like getting hit with a of Mo' from Sean Paul
(He not white)
Oh, he mad light
Either which way, they not ready for the lightning
And can't mine

You could ask a swine who can't stands when I
Geedorah the professor, add a question to the
He suggest you get a assessment instead of guessing
too stressing, did he stutter like rookie yes-men?
Or did he just bring the like the cookie chessmen
This just in, they even worth the worry

Lying on their birth and couldn't even hurt a Smurfberry

ye, hear ye, how dare ye
Go up the king who do his thing tri-yearly?
They're too carefree with their mouths here
Off with his head and display it at Town
On top a seven-feet spike, make it's on tight
In light of when the throw stones with all their might
Skull get for weeks
'Til vulture eats the last meat off your cheeks

then they'll know the right words to speak
Out loud, at home, in the world, or in the
It's no escape, in case
All the kings and 'em decides to go apes
The slick-talking of burly guys
Get caught and in oil like curly fries
Even that's Mr. Furley's size that earned the fate

Could all get burned at the
Send word to his closest kins, that for his
We his throne, his providence, and its citizens
In the name of Geedorah

make him catch a seizure