Fazers Songtext
von King Geedorah
Fazers Songtext
Follow the light, the light is your guide
I am controller of Planet X (three-three!)
And I′ve invited you here
To discuss something that's very important
King Geedorah, take me to your leader
Quick to claim that he not no snake like, me neither
They need to take a breather
He been rhyming longer than Sigmund the sea creature
Been on Saturday feature, pleased to meet ya
And came to wake you up out the deep sleeper, like
He needed to stop before he caught the knee-drop
Even give you more zip-zip then ZZ Top
With full beers thou shall not ball corner
Geedorah like, one more step, and y′alls goners
So-called rich, front if y'all wanna
When he spit electrics, don't be in y′all saunas
He only here to warn us what the plan is
The hour is upon us, it′s bananas
Born alone, die alone, no matter who your man is
Hope he live long enough to tell it to his grandkids
King Geedorah, three-finger ring fever
Spring chicken eater, ID'ed as the ringleader
Who needs a heater, catch ′em with bare hands
These same hands that make razors out beer cans
His own biggest fan
And got a fan base as big as Japan
Yeah, and?
All hail the king and give him three cheers, fam
Like, hip hip hooray
Do his thing for the little kids like Sling Blade
To the grave, put in work like a slave
On how to flip scripts on the dipstick brigade
Rock 'em like "su-su-sudio" played
Back when we used to rock the shag, no fade
This skilled trade like a tailor made suede
Hit the studio and I′m paid
Half upfront, half upon mastering
Would you like that in cash, last thing you should ask the king
You don't have to be no crystal ball reader
Allergic to saltpeter, used to be a war beater
In the game like a Wall Street cheater
A lot of rap noise is annoying like Cita
Turn into a triple-X monster from a fairy tale movie
He don′t know me very well, do he?
King Geedorah, crush on his seed's teacher
They need to pay her better, she had nothing on the reefer
Heifer and I had to offer her a stick of gum
She was as thick as they come and taught a strict curriculum
Which is only good for my son
When I'm in the hood, razor′s on tongue
Nowadays, it′s amazing raising young
Rule number one, keep your fazers on stun
I am controller of Planet X (three-three!)
And I′ve invited you here
To discuss something that's very important
King Geedorah, take me to your leader
Quick to claim that he not no snake like, me neither
They need to take a breather
He been rhyming longer than Sigmund the sea creature
Been on Saturday feature, pleased to meet ya
And came to wake you up out the deep sleeper, like
He needed to stop before he caught the knee-drop
Even give you more zip-zip then ZZ Top
With full beers thou shall not ball corner
Geedorah like, one more step, and y′alls goners
So-called rich, front if y'all wanna
When he spit electrics, don't be in y′all saunas
He only here to warn us what the plan is
The hour is upon us, it′s bananas
Born alone, die alone, no matter who your man is
Hope he live long enough to tell it to his grandkids
King Geedorah, three-finger ring fever
Spring chicken eater, ID'ed as the ringleader
Who needs a heater, catch ′em with bare hands
These same hands that make razors out beer cans
His own biggest fan
And got a fan base as big as Japan
Yeah, and?
All hail the king and give him three cheers, fam
Like, hip hip hooray
Do his thing for the little kids like Sling Blade
To the grave, put in work like a slave
On how to flip scripts on the dipstick brigade
Rock 'em like "su-su-sudio" played
Back when we used to rock the shag, no fade
This skilled trade like a tailor made suede
Hit the studio and I′m paid
Half upfront, half upon mastering
Would you like that in cash, last thing you should ask the king
You don't have to be no crystal ball reader
Allergic to saltpeter, used to be a war beater
In the game like a Wall Street cheater
A lot of rap noise is annoying like Cita
Turn into a triple-X monster from a fairy tale movie
He don′t know me very well, do he?
King Geedorah, crush on his seed's teacher
They need to pay her better, she had nothing on the reefer
Heifer and I had to offer her a stick of gum
She was as thick as they come and taught a strict curriculum
Which is only good for my son
When I'm in the hood, razor′s on tongue
Nowadays, it′s amazing raising young
Rule number one, keep your fazers on stun
Writer(s): Walter Arthur Schreifels, Tom Capone, Alan Cage, Sergio Vega Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
