[Intro: King Geedorah]

This is a public service announcement

Be careful

It could be a warning (it is a warning)

Watch out for the mild mannered (it's to help you)

You need to be careful

Safety first

The streets ain't no joke like that

([?] other stuff later)

You might see him with a small attached case come out your neck

[Verse 1: King Geedorah]

Get caught like.. Klaow!! Well then, there now

Blaow, out of nowhere, the dunce couldn't prepare for how

Got scripts, whipped up all the quicker

The one who came to the party, sipped up all the liquor

Who they gonna stick the blame to, that he came through?

With this verse to name a few, tame a shrew, shame you (ooo!)

When he spit, the phlegm grapple

This type a script cats don't like, like them apples

Yes Lord, track sort of like a chessboard

Even better than having a motorcycle escort

Allow me to retort and do my thing

Metal Face ho's with tongue and ‘o’ lease eye ring

Greased lightning from the flow pro-trainer

Who remains on the slow, this one a no-brainer

Like blow in a strainer - hold the mic like a handle

A distress to damsels, a piss test vandal

We all do dumb stuff like rappers act psycho

Press the wrong switch and get your shit crushed like Geico

Out to get Rich like Little, or Roundtree

From fist to the stitch of the gun he sold brown tree

How y'all found me? A penny sure goes far

This one goes out to you know who you are

Got many more rhymes in jars

Like plenty more whore war stars that's 24 bars

[Verse 2: Kurious]

Drinkin', fuckin' for days straight, wait, this a hazy state

Rhyme is on time but, I'm five minutes late

It’s like Tutankhamen, or a kid graffiti bombin'

The Hieroglyphical Bin Laden

Twisted your shit, pardon (Fuck you!)

That’s the movie that we started

Bitches don’t get a dime, see me I ain't doin' time

At least for no dumb shit, continue to climb

While these small-talk rhetoric character’s been on my nerves the whole time

I fall back, lookin at me funny

Psst, bitch I’m all that – remember

Pull out a chrome hatchet on that ass and yell, "Timber!"

I ain't the player prez, just a fuckin' member

People bugging, "Kurious, where you been? I heard he rocks"

Beating struggles, sinking craps with city cops

Clip your balls and put 'em inside a birdy box

And trade a bottle of Cristal in, bitch, 30 shots

[Verse 3: King Geedorah]

No one overstands, it ain't nothing sweet yo

They need to go back down to Earth like Dennis Tito (space cadet)

”The flow is really neato”, said the street ho

He said, “I already know, but how you like the beat though?”

(Ow Ow) Use your better judgment

Pockets stay pungent, ask him where the budget went

We got receipts like Jeats

In these mean streets get stomped like cleats

He couldn't have it any other whichway

One thing he do know is they flows is itchbay

These is like Old Bay on steak fries

Stay folding fake guys who stay rolling snake eyes

Flip quicker than Woody Woodpecker would

Either in the hood, or peckerwood neck of the woods

Like, like out in these here parts

'Cause King Geedorah puts fear in their hearts

Don't dare start