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!!!» |