Lyrics The Final Hour - King Geedorah

The Final Hour - King Geedorah
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Final Hour, artist - King Geedorah. Album song Take Me To Your Leader, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.06.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Big Dada
Song language: English

The Final Hour

She said «Excuse me, villain, you be illin' with the wordplay»
He said «Thank you very much, I’m billin' 'till Thursday»
Once heard a beat drum it sounded like a sloppy knock
Whoever was on the mic, speech is pure poppycock
These go back to the days of pop lock
Even back to rumors that Mikey died off pop rocks
Where the girls wore jellies and played hop scotch
Older broads used to wear tennises and sloppy socks
APB, the three-headed with the fancy crown
Last seen headed towards a city in shanty town
All of a sudden can’t be found
Safe and sound, mouth on the nipple, panties down
Put a choke hold on the monster from Ogopogo
Whoever did they vocals and also they so-so logo
That’s a no-no
Through the wheels of steel, phono
Geedorah, no deals pro bono
«AHHHHHH!!!»

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Artist lyrics: King Geedorah