| I am Phallaxor The Matter Lord
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| Master of war with plasma swords
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| Massive in form with acid pores
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| Mad for the taste of your planet’s core
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| Gnashed in my teeth, and I plan to hoard galaxies worth
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| I’m a savage
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| Bored, naturally, because the lack of sport saddens me
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| I’m a galactic force!
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| Who dares to battle when standing before me renders you halved?
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| When I warp through parallel paths to distort your atom’s order
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| The Galaxian Matador, dash at me
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| Within a flash you’ll see packs of me
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| That’ll be swarming within an asteroid storm
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| Here is your last chance warning, then I won’t ask no more
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| Did you get that?
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| Then I’ll hit you with that celestial bitch-slap
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| Perpetual impact that your mind can’t shield
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| Weighing in at a gillion parsons it’s Zarcon Steele
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| Tentacles tatter your tissue, till torn, tender to the gristle
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| The pitiful pray for the victim, I evict the veins of the victor
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| No matter the matter you’re made of it contains the brains that I make haze of
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| Thoughts you’re thinking you thought are those brought to those that I make
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| slaves of
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| The pecs your appendage’s pump is the hunk of flesh that I make caves of
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| Imprint the pattern of Saturn across your face like its make-up
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| You better wake up!
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| You speaking of Saturn — you late much?
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| If you’re reading the data it’s eight months till you see where the flash and
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| the rings of my championships came from
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| Now you want light-speed?
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| Say what?
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| There is no one like me, Likely, so it doesn’t take much
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| If you’re taking up space and you’re in need of a weight cut
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| I’ll sever your tentacles, then I’ll make ‘em a paintbrush
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| Staining a blood moon
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| Creative within one swoop — parted in four
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| The Cosmic artist of war, you could say that I was Sun Tzu
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| Plotting the gore
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| One-Two!
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| You can hold my weapons, I’ll punch through your core defenses
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| Then I’m shattering your orbital bone
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| While knocking the solar wind out of your solar plexus
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| You’re outta your mind, this marble is mine
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| To break into dust and do as a line
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| Or roll it with space and lace it with time
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| Right after I separate you from your spine
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| I’m here to perpetuate your demise
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| I savor the hint of hope in your eyes
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| When I’m done I’m sticking my dick in a black hole and creating the sun
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| To shine down on your grave from
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| Wherever the fuck I came from
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| Pimping this planet from day one
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| Your earth chose me
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| Zarcon’s so far gone in your galaxy balls deep
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| Weight of the world, fate has been hurled
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| Too close within arm’s reach |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Urutora Kaiju , by - CunninLynguists. Song from the album Strange Journey Volume Three, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп