Luyện nghe bài hát The Fine Print

Render unto Geedorah is Geedorah's
Tend to when he seizure through a beaker and a
Read the fine and be like, "What's the big deal?"
Spun wheels-of-steel since wheel Big Wheel
Back when it was greasy S-curl, now easy dread
Had a on how they used 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 phonies is hoes

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

Wonder words, fine sponsor of this Thunder bird
And have an 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 fill her
a teen, and made for strange bedfellows

Okay, so it's to elbows for shell-toes
Uh, oh, up, there she blows
A whole load of head and shoulders, and who care where she
Let the music take
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 roll with no butter

The of a cake hole
Who break drakes it get old and flake mold
Cornball, have 'em seeing white stars, I warned
Like getting hit with a bottle of Mo' Sean Paul
(He not white)
Oh, he mad though
Either which way, not ready for the lightning show
And can't scandalize

You could ask a swine who can't when I shine
Geedorah the professor, add a to the lessons
He suggest you get a full instead of guessing
It's too stressing, did he stutter like yes-men?
Or did he just bring the butter like the cookie
just in, they ain't even worth the worry

Lying on their first 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 around
Off with his head and display it at Square
On top a seven-feet spike, make sure on tight
In light of when the peasants throw stones with all might
Skull get for weeks
'Til vulture beaks eats the meat off your cheeks

Maybe then they'll 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 most slick-talking of guys
Get caught and in oil like curly fries
Even those that's Mr. Furley's size earned the fate

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

Don't make him a seizure