MF Doom - The Fine Print Lyrics






Render unto Geedorah what is Geedorah's
Ten to one he sees ya through a beaker and a tweezers
Read the fine print and be like, "What's the big deal?"
Spun wheels of steel since broke wheel Big Wheel
Back when it was greasy S-curl, now it's easy dread
Had a rhyme on how they used to tease him 'bout his peasy head
Yes-yes-y'all to the beat, have it bald or Avacor
Have it your way, or grab his drawer, Jabberjaw
Since two tone Lee's, these new phonies is boney ho's
Lonely, like cheese and balogna only
I could've broke my "sacro-philly-ac"
Silly grind, Billy Jack, illy nine, milli black
Listen to it go "bang!" Through and through a Kangol
A strange combination of a king who teach slang flow
Two-thirds slow, one-third amazing
Wonder words, fine sponsor of this Thunderbird occasion
And have an iller rhyme, at least by Miller Time
Collect the skrilla, and geese with a killer dime
Met her out in Killa Queens, originally she from the Philippines
I love the way she fill her jeans
Still a teen, and made for strange bedfellows
Okay, so it's head to elbows for shell-toes
Uh-oh, heads up! There she blows
A whole load of Head & Shoulders, and who care where she goes
Let the music take control
Just don't let the evildoers abuse it and use it to take your soul
It's like putting fire to fake gold, it turn colors
And get duller than a bake roll with no butter
The shutter of a cake hole
Who break drakes 'til it get old and flake mold
Cornball, have 'em seeing white stars, I warned y'all
Like getting hit with a bottle of Mo' from Sean Paul
"He not white" ...Oh, he mad light though
Either which way, they not ready for the lightning show
They can't scandalize mine
You could ask a swine who can't stands when I shine
Geedorah the professor, add a question to the lessons
He suggest you get a full assessment instead of guessing
It's too stressing, did he stutter like rookie yes-men?
Or did he just bring the butter, like the cookie chessmen
This just in: they ain't even worth the worry
Lying on their first birth, and couldn't even hurt a Smurf-berry
Hear ye, hear ye! How dare ye
Go up against the king who do his thing tri-yearly?
They too carefree with their mouths around here
Off with his head, and display it at Town Square
On top a seven-feet spike, make sure it's on tight
In light of when the peasants throw stones with all their might
Skull get smashed for weeks
'Til vulture beaks eats the last meat off the cheeks
Maybe then they'll know the right words to speak
Out loud, at home, in the world, or in the streets
It's no escape, just in case
All the kings' mens and 'em decides to go apes
The most slick-talking of burly guys
Get caught early and boiled in oil like curly fries
Even those that's Mr. Furley's size that earned the fate
Can all get burned at the stake
Send word to his closest kins, that for his sins
We claim his throne, his providence, and its citizens

In the name of King Geedorah!

Don't make him catch a seizure

We regret that you have not yet complied with our order
We interpret this as a negative reply
We are prepared therefore to conquer the earth

We have station King Geedorah in the Western Hemisphere
Geedorah was always one of their weapons
And King Geedorah is completely controlled by our computers through magnetic waves

Are you a homo? (Like the others)
We help thousands of homos every month!

It's in the old days right
The women knew who the women were
The women knew who the men were
The men knew who the women were
And the men knew who the men were

I'm here to tell you that the future of your planet is at stake
I urge that you transmit that message to the nations of the urge
Now do you feel like telling me where your leader is?





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MF Doom The Fine Print Comments
  1. d.... ....

    Lord have mercy.. better bars than an ice cream truck.. I'm pretty sure Doom is a genius.

  2. D.... A....

    I gotchu

    Render unto Geedorah what is Geedorah's
    Tend to when he seizure through a beaker and a tweezers
    Read the fine print and be like, "What's the big deal?"
    Spun wheels-of-steel since broke wheel Big Wheel
    Back when it was greasy S-curl, now it's easy dread
    Had a rhyme on how they used to tease him 'bout his peasy head
    Yes-yes-y'all to the beat, have a ball or Avacore
    Have it your way, grab his straw, Jabberjaw
    Since two tone Lee's, these new phonies is boney hoes
    Lonely like cheese and baloney only
    I could've broke my "sacro-philly-ac" (sacroiliac)
    Silly grind, Billy Jack, illy nine milli black
    Listen to it go "bang!" Through and through a Kangol
    A strange combination of a king who use slang flow
    Two-thirds slow, one-third amazing
    Wonder words, fine sponsor of this Thunderbird occasion
    And have an iller rhyme, at least by Miller Time
    Collect the skrilla and geese with a killer dime
    Met her out in Killa Queens, originally she from the Philippines
    I love the way she fill her jeans
    Still a teen, and made for strange bedfellows
    Okay, so it's head to elbows for shell-toes
    Uh-oh, heads up! There she blows
    A whole load of Head & Shoulders, and who care where she goes
    Let the music take control
    Just don't let the evildoers abuse it and use it to take your soul
    It's like putting fire to fake gold, it turn colors
    And get duller than a bake roll with no butter
    The shutter of a cake hole
    Who break drakes 'til it get old and flake mold
    Cornball, have 'em seeing white stars, I warned y'all
    Like getting hit with a bottle of Mo' from Sean Paul
    (He not white) ... Oh, he mad light though
    Either which way, they not ready for the lightning show
    And can't scandalize mine
    You could ask a swine who can't stands when I shine
    Geedorah the professor, add a question to the lessons
    He suggest you get a full assessment instead of guessing
    It's too stressing, did he stutter like rookie yes-men?
    Or did he just bring the butter, like the cookie chessmen
    This just in: they ain't even worth the worry
    Lying on their first birth and couldn't even hurt a Smurfberry
    Hear ye, hear ye! How dare ye
    Go up against the king who do his thing tri-yearly?
    They're too carefree with their mouths around here
    Off with his head, and display it at Town Square
    On top a seven-feet spike, make sure it's on tight
    In light of when the peasants throw stones with all their might
    Skull get smashed for weeks
    'Til vulture beaks eats the last meat off your cheeks
    Maybe then they'll know the right words to speak
    Out loud, at home, in the world, or in the streets
    It's no escape, just in case
    All the kings' mens and 'em decides to go apes
    The most slick-talking of burly guys
    Get caught and boiled in oil like curly fries
    Even those that's Mr. Furley's size that earned the fate
    Could all get burned at the stake
    Send word to his closest kins, that for his sins
    We claim his throne, his providence, and its citizens
    In the name of King Geedorah! ...
    Don't make him catch a seizure ...

  3. C.... C....

    Meet Metal Fingaz, Viktor Vaughn, Venomous Villain. Yyyo-y-y-yo-yo..

  4. P.... T....

    Render unto Joopy what is Joopys.

    P.... T....

    Hear yee, Hear yee; how dare yee SLIGHT PAUSE go against the KIng who do his thing tri-yearly. Awff with his head SLIGHT PAUSE and display it in town square.

  5. S.... B....

    Render unto Geedorah what is Geedorah's
    Ten to one he sees ya through a beaker and a tweezers

    Read the fine print and be like, "What's the big deal?"

    Spun wheels of steel since broke wheel Big Wheel

    Back when it was greasy S-curl, now it's easy dread

    Had a rhyme on how they used to tease him 'bout his peasy head

    Yes-yes-y'all to the beat, have it bald or Avacor

    Have it your way, or grab his drawer, Jabberjaw

    Since two tone Lee's, these new phonies is boney ho's

    Lonely, like cheese and balogna only

    I could've broke my "sacro-philly-ac"

    Silly grind, Billy Jack, illy nine, milli black

    Listen to it go "bang!" Through and through a Kangol

    A strange combination of a king who teach slang flow

    Two-thirds slow, one-third amazing

    Wonder words, fine sponsor of this Thunderbird occasion

    And have an iller rhyme, at least by Miller Time

    Collect the skrilla, and geese with a killer dime

    Met her out in Killa Queens, originally she from the Philippines

    I love the way she fill her jeans

    Still a teen, and made for strange bedfellows

    Okay, so it's head to elbows for shell-toes

    Uh-oh, heads up! There she blows

    A whole load of Head & Shoulders, and who care where she goes

    Let the music take control

    Just don't let the evildoers abuse it and use it to take your soul

    It's like putting fire to fake gold, it turn colors

    And get duller than a bake roll with no butter

    The shutter of a cake hole

    Who break drakes 'til it get old and flake mold

    Cornball, have 'em seeing white stars, I warned y'all

    Like getting hit with a bottle of Mo' from Sean Paul

    "He not white" ...Oh, he mad light though

    Either which way, they not ready for the lightning show

    They can't scandalize mine

    You could ask a swine who can't stands when I shine

    Geedorah the professor, add a question to the lessons

    He suggest you get a full assessment instead of guessing

    It's too stressing, did he stutter like rookie yes-men?

    Or did he just bring the butter, like the cookie chessmen

    This just in: they ain't even worth the worry

    Lying on their first birth, and couldn't even hurt a Smurf-berry

    Hear ye, hear ye! How dare ye

    Go up against the king who do his thing tri-yearly?

    They too carefree with their mouths around here

    Off with his head, and display it at Town Square

    On top a seven-feet spike, make sure it's on tight

    In light of when the peasants throw stones with all their might

    Skull get smashed for weeks

    'Til vulture beaks eats the last meat off the cheeks

    Maybe then they'll know the right words to speak

    Out loud, at home, in the world, or in the streets

    It's no escape, just in case

    All the kings' mens and 'em decides to go apes

    The most slick-talking of burly guys

    Get caught early and boiled in oil like curly fries

    Even those that's Mr. Furley's size that earned the fate

    Can all get burned at the stake

    Send word to his closest kins, that for his sins

    We claim his throne, his providence, and its citizens



    In the name of King Geedorah!



    Don't make him catch a seizure



    We regret that you have not yet complied with our order

    We interpret this as a negative reply

    We are prepared therefore to conquer the earth



    We have station King Geedorah in the Western Hemisphere

    Geedorah was always one of their weapons

    And King Geedorah is completely controlled by our computers through magnetic waves



    Are you a homo? (Like the others)

    We help thousands of homos every month!



    It's in the old days right

    The women knew who the women were

    The women knew who the men were

    The men knew who the women were

    And the men knew who the men were



    I'm here to tell you that the future of your planet is at stake

    I urge that you transmit that message to the nations of the urge

    Now do you feel like telling me where your leader is?

  6. A.... M....

    Godzilla fan?

  7. 1.... s....

    This be the shit🔥🔥🔥

  8. M.... F....

    Sub to SheriffMayor for more MF DOOM.

  9. C.... O....

    dope like mm food

  10. F.... Q....

    ⚡In the Name of of King Geedorah⚡ don't make them catch a Seizure ⭐⚛⭐

  11. C.... H....

    you can ask a swine who can't stands when I shine

  12. A.... D....

    ill song

  13. M.... C....

    this is phat

    M.... C....

    Michele Cobré only gave you a like cause yo oldhead ass jus said phat lmao i love it