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

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

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

Okay, so it's head to for shell-toes
Uh, oh, up, there she blows
A whole load of head and shoulders, and who where she goes
Let the music control
Just let the evildoers abuse 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 of a cake hole
Who break drakes it get old and flake mold
Cornball, have 'em seeing stars, I warned y'all
Like getting hit a bottle of Mo' from Sean Paul
(He not white)
Oh, he mad light
Either which way, they not ready for the show
And can't scandalize

You could ask a who can't stands when I shine
the professor, add a question to the lessons
He you get a full 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 ain't even worth the

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

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

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

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

Don't him catch a seizure