Urutora Kaiju f. Tonedeff

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 *****slap.

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 **** in a black hole and creating the sun (son)

To shine down on your grave from

Wherever the **** 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