[King Ghidra]
fly tramp, that's what she called me
 Cause I don't wear no Stetson hats like Paul  As y'all see, who give a [bad word]  Who know what is it?
These styles will be flipped to the absolute exquisite
It's like a blizzard, soon as I got home from ATL
 Looked into my baby's face, my boo was like ... "Well!
 I know your types of clientele! Thoughts, needs"
 As I held her firmly, yet gentle as the soft sea
 She said, "The one with the horse weave? The pretty one?
 All crazy, had to touch the tattoo through the short sleeve
 Which one you want?" I'm like, "If there [bad word] 
 [bad word] around, a [bad word] like me [bad word] up in all three!"
King Geedorah what they call me, either caesar or baldy
Probably have moved since last y'all saw me
On the D-low, I slaughter solo emcees, they paper-thin
In they Polo, Nautica, or DK men

Amen! It's funny how significance make a difference
Notice parables of three in every other inference
For instance: "Who wanna battle? On the real?
 Choose your weapon: microphone, beats, or the wheels-of-steel"
I own a crown in all three for getting down without a doubt
I'd like to give a extra special out to Jet Jaguar, the sun, moon and star

The Monster Island Czars - y'all know who you are

Get that!

 [bad word] straight from the black lungs
I rip tracks for all players that pack guns
Stack ones in packs, done and doing [bad word] To my peeps that close, so's ya' knows what's up
 Y'all know the dough's quick, hoes that mess with 5-O shrimp like, "What?"
 Like they wanna shmoosh us, just to packing the pushers
I'm packing gat then bust a cap at po-po
 If they catch us and try to push us
Since when a MINY [bad word] don't be taking no [bad word] 
 I be that [bad word] dealing [bad word] that be [bad word] ya' [bad word] 

 [King Ghidra]
What a fella! Like Salt, Pepa, Spinderella
I came to spark the deaf, dumb and blind like Helen Keller
If I'm not with George of the Jungle, if he not with Stella
 Or either Priscilla, I'm doing dips on Godzilla
 Though y'all know he don't play, right?
 TNT throws a [bad word] out a moving van in broad daylight
 And he was shackled by hands and feet
 Then they say he tried to escape, once his face scraped the concrete
 Near the curb on Monster Island, 103 Street
 Where [bad word] the risk of getting swallowed once the Beast eat
 I'd rather lay in the cut, collect cash pay
 Only TNT I see is Gilligan's castaway
 With Mary Jane and Ginger
 Oh, from which you spent the night by accident, I creep like a ninja
When the mack is bent, who can give one [bad word] 
 Get bucked, get broke up like three-piece nun-chucks
 Y'all sun [bad word]  sick to they head-piece
Three-headed beast brings the drama to a dead cease

 (Get that money, god)

 Sick to they head-piece
(Get that money, god)

 (Get that money, god)

 (Get that money, god)

 Greenbacks ... the meanest green stacks