Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Final Hour , by - King Geedorah. Song from the album Take Me To Your Leader, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп Release date: 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