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King Geedorah - No Snakes Alive lyrics

Artist: King Geedorah

album: Take Me To Your Leader


"Hahahahahaha!"
Geedorah has arrived, you guys can take 5
By the time it's over, no snakes alive
Take the dive, tellin' you, you betta off
Then up against a flow to make her, take her sweater off,
From the set off, when it came to scripts he could hardly brag,
It's the result of, concentration and lolly gag,
I said, "Yeah right" he pulled the mic out a snotty rag,
Sealed up air-tight, and wrapped up in a body bag
Get an advance, and catch chance,
Writer's block after spendin' the first and last penny,
My own worst enemy
Tell me if I'm OD and usual flow,
And made deals with these cats who keep sending dough, so,
The Three-headed said it, never get busted
He's a man of his word, who's not to be trusted
Beats encrypted, multi-faceted encrusted,
Shorty pawn, keep mic rusted
Sort of mellow type of fellow
Who sometimes spaz on wife like Othello
Hell no he won't use words like Illuminati, or Gotti, or shoddy;
He might use karate, Azar the Gaza caught cut,
I'll ask why a mask with the gall style caps say, "nice fly,"
Exact dough 'til it stack high, white hoe, black guy
The rap game, black eye
Exhilaration, Jet Jag's accelerations
Touch speeds, minds can't conceive
Achieve altered altitudes and angles; angels answer aura,
Illumination awesome
Interpretation awkward
Alarm, ankle house arrest
Who's best, Monsta Island Czars,
Crush pawn dreams, to be king,
A frank reality, calculation could never be,
Quest destined, distant competition dusted,
Disgusted, race for second, crowded, clouded,
Confusion, conclusion: simple, plain
Self-education, self-made millionaires,
Serpents slitherin', sidewind searchin'
Stalkin', heat sensin', can't have me
Jet Jag's riki tiki tavi, superhero
Hit 0 to 60, hot pursuit, pedal to the floor
Handlin', lyrics, traction,
Swervin', left, right,
Makin', head fakes,
Playing, high stakes,
Levitates,
Quick! hit brakes,
They fly past, hit wall, parts fly loose, kill a mongoose
Fake niggas continue to practice the art of intimidation,
Sterile minds conceived and drew up all artificial insemination
Syntax a sequence, arrangin' lessons so deliberate
Makin' wise words clear, but population stay illiterate
Consider it: God's a fine power, fools get rid of it
Men build dreams on promises but lackin' the will to deliver it
You, I dissolve connivers like saliva on Tic Tacs
Gone astray, but get the job done like socks, that's mix max
Flip tracks, murder snakes, drunk niggas killin' six packs
Chokin' on venom, sufferin' tricknological kickbacks
Poverty-stricken minds with thoughts barely worth 2 cents
Build history through time, linear design on blueprints
A nuisance lies in disguise, 85 percent never knew
Wise men arise, pull files like Internal Revenue
Forever true, appalled there's self-evidence with leverage
Upset the beast belly, concoct homogenized beverage
Clever shit, calculated sabotage, Trojan Horse
Gift-wrapped ambush, lethal energy in motion that grows in force
Trojan swords strategically aligned throughout the underworld
God of Elevation kill Superman, rape Wondergirl
The discounted, decapitated, fake beings susceptible
To everyday occurrence, a fatal outcome's inevitable
Might as well join the force, boss
Chance take a loss like coin toss
Roll with a double-headed nickel
While the partner Jet Jag with the sickle, you in a pickle
King Geedorah, your ass better leave him alone
'Fore he cold-catch a seizure and leave you blown
If he ain't the best, he's the best in the top 3
Either myself, I, and me
Put on your thinking cap or act like you had a slight inkling, perhaps
Or get smacked back in the ring like Bob Backlund
Ink jet-black, you wack
"Hahahahahaha!"
"Hey, what's the meaning of this?"
"Shut up!"
"Hahahahahahahaha, young man"

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