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 Avacore 
Have it your way, grab his straw, Jabberjaw 
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 
[bad word] of a king who use slang flow 
Two-thirds slow, one-third amazing 
Wonder words, fine sponsor of this Thunderbird 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 
whole load of Head & 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 ...