| Song | Urutora Kaiju f. Tonedeff |
| Artist | Cunninlynguists |
| Album | Strange Journey Volume Three |
| 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 bitchslap. | |
| Natti: | |
| 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 | |
| Tonedeff: | |
| You better wake up! | |
| You speaking of Saturn - you late much? | |
| If you’re reading the data it’s 8 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. | |
| Natti: | |
| 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 (son) | |
| To shine down on your grave from | |
| Wherever the fuck I came from | |
| Pimping this planet since day 1 | |
| Your earth chose me | |
| Zarkon's so far gone in your galaxy balls deep | |
| Weight of the world, fate has been hurled | |
| Too close within arm's reach |
| 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 bitchslap. | |
| Natti: | |
| 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 makeup | |
| Tonedeff: | |
| You better wake up! | |
| You speaking of Saturn you late much? | |
| If you' re reading the data it' s 8 months till you see where the flash and the rings of my championships came from | |
| Now you want lightspeed? | |
| 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 | |
| OneTwo! | |
| 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. | |
| Natti: | |
| 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 son | |
| To shine down on your grave from | |
| Wherever the fuck I came from | |
| Pimping this planet since day 1 | |
| Your earth chose me | |
| Zarkon' s so far gone in your galaxy balls deep | |
| Weight of the world, fate has been hurled | |
| Too close within arm' s reach |