King Geedorah - MIC Line lyrics

[Verse 1: King Geedorah] One two, one two, one two, one two Geedorah write a rhyme in the time, he hollow out a flask Cracked a Guinness Stout with his teeth one time, swallow the gla** A pain in the a** to say the least He came with many new techniques to slay the beast While simultaneously saving the streets Bombing and calming the savage with above average beats Get the cabbage and the most lavish suites Consummate marriages in between the middle of sheets Provider of the vittles eats Try to be the illest dad a kid'll meet For the love of patter of little feets It kinda get you right here, don't it? Mess with mine your life will be a nightmare, won't it? Left the 9 at home I hope my lady don't pawn it Doggone it, it ain't even got no serial number on it For god sakes spare the god the heartache Mentally scar a smart snake before he start to fake They love to hate him, on a certain level need him Geedorah known to make a deal with the devil and beat him Then proceed to sip a shot of vodka, like methadone The mic said to the headphone "We just want to be left alone So we can get it on, to a unknown metronome" Don't worry will he get the zone Crews best to get they chrome Pay your overdue dues to King Geedorah, better known Getting grown, trying to get on the mic Instead it's blown Too many freaks not enough circuses Only a true geek could peep how much work this is So put that in your blunt hole and puff it Stunts at the gun so ya might as well stuff it Or can it, abandon ship, I'll miss y'all And if they insist beat 'em all like fistball The news watch never stops From the city it mocks, "Who that on the idiot box?" "Well if it ain't Geedorah, alert the media Maker of the beats that's a real hundred feeter Sometimes he come through to let you know he see ya Don't let him have to call Smog to head to toe graffiti ya" Just flew in from Dallas, and boy is my talons calloused And what's a girl like you doing here amongst the island's foulest? A cat in Wonderland who found Alice Gee her with the flows by the gallon or the chalice Everybody wilding out trying to be the wildest And refuse to acknowledge why this sh** is so childish One two, one two play, I wonder what they do today Besides repeat their choruses more times than Confucius say And start too many songs with "Uh" or "Uhh" Yeah I hear you soldier I told ya, like "No duh!" It's King Geedorah the no a** getter Still qualify as a world cla** spitter sh** to sh**ter write a rhyme in the night time Make a beat taste like wine, like I spiked mine And I heard it through the mic line That crews don't even write rhymes And I hope that they get much better Yes I do I pledge that every day I rep Know the ledge from every step And I hope that they do get better Yes I do Geedorah known to stack flows back to back-to-back flows like And now back to our show In other news, people had enough of them other crews Up they dues, snuff a fews, cut a fuse [Dialog] Tape must be finished… now what?