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