Pass the L, the last to tussle in them shirttails All hail, King Geedorah, the third rail 700 volts holds rap to a standstill Fool ignore the rule, f_ up and get his man killed Two bottles of Dom got his hands filled And so goes the days of our lives as the hourglass sand spill And built with Passion and a glass of the 'Ze Īnd I knew it was the last day. I remember when, last past November when Clown kid got pounded in with the Timberland They left him trembling, he was not remembering: Never tuck your denim in just to floss an emblem Some would debate, "Wait, the fella ate gelatin Or even listening in to what his weathermens was telling him" When I could feel it in my melanin, it's compelling Us to break them off, no reassembling No science-fiction to no theater near you, coming soon to f_ with you frequently like how phases of the moon would do You could gather 'round like it was an eclipse Just don't look directly to the b_, you may be blinded by the crips King Geedorah (MF DOOM) Red and Gold Lyrics