Urutora Kaiju - CunninLynguists, Tonedeff

I am Phallaxor The Matter Lord

Master of war with plasma swords

Massive in form with acid pores

Mad for the taste of your planet’s core

Gnashed in my teeth, and I plan to hoard galaxies worth

I’m a savage

Bored, naturally, because the lack of sport saddens me

I’m a galactic force!

Who dares to battle when standing before me renders you halved?

When I warp through parallel paths to distort your atom’s order

The Galaxian Matador, dash at me

Within a flash you’ll see packs of me

That’ll be swarming within an asteroid storm

Here is your last chance warning, then I won’t ask no more

Did you get that?

Then I’ll hit you with that celestial bitch-slap

Perpetual impact that your mind can’t shield

Weighing in at a gillion parsons it’s Zarcon Steele

Tentacles tatter your tissue, till torn, tender to the gristle

The pitiful pray for the victim, I evict the veins of the victor

No matter the matter you’re made of it contains the brains that I make haze of

Thoughts you’re thinking you thought are those brought to those that I make

slaves of

The pecs your appendage’s pump is the hunk of flesh that I make caves of

Imprint the pattern of Saturn across your face like its make-up

You better wake up!

You speaking of Saturn — you late much?

If you’re reading the data it’s eight months till you see where the flash and

the rings of my championships came from

Now you want light-speed?

Say what?

There is no one like me, Likely, so it doesn’t take much

If you’re taking up space and you’re in need of a weight cut

I’ll sever your tentacles, then I’ll make ‘em a paintbrush

Staining a blood moon

Creative within one swoop — parted in four

The Cosmic artist of war, you could say that I was Sun Tzu

Plotting the gore

One-Two!

You can hold my weapons, I’ll punch through your core defenses

Then I’m shattering your orbital bone

While knocking the solar wind out of your solar plexus

You’re outta your mind, this marble is mine

To break into dust and do as a line

Or roll it with space and lace it with time

Right after I separate you from your spine

I’m here to perpetuate your demise

I savor the hint of hope in your eyes

When I’m done I’m sticking my dick in a black hole and creating the sun

To shine down on your grave from

Wherever the fuck I came from

Pimping this planet from day one

Your earth chose me

Zarcon’s so far gone in your galaxy balls deep

Weight of the world, fate has been hurled

Too close within arm’s reach