Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Urutora Kaiju, artist - CunninLynguists. Album song Strange Journey Volume Three, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.03.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bad Taste
Song language: English
Urutora Kaiju |
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 |