E. Mason - Fazers lyrics

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 than ZZ Top With full beers thou shall not ball corner Geedorah like, "One more steps, and y'alls goners" So-called rich, front if you 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 Uh, yeah? And? All hail the king, and give him three cheers, fam! Like "Hip, hip, hooray!" Do his thing for the little kings like Sling Blade To the grave, put in work like a slave On how to flip scripts on the dipstick brigade Rock 'em like "Sus-sussudio" played Back when we used to rock the shag, no fade This sk**ed 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 wall 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 the seed's teacher They need to pay 'em better, she had nothing on the reefer Heffer, and I had to offer her a stick of gum She was as thick as they come, but 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