The battle cry for the Almighty Ughnauts! Hip-hop isn't always pretty...

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Introducing the ugliest thing to ever happen to hip hop, the Almighty Ughnauts! The lyrics were originally from our first proper song, "Son of Man". Eventually the beat was completely changed and a different sample was used for the chorus... The song is a call to arms for all those who believe hip-hop doesn't have to be beautiful to be appreciated.

Verse 1 (Mic Wac):
Son of Man, Son of Devil
Found wandering through Hell
Dogged level by level
Mic Wac the almighty Necronomicon
Bio-mechanoid demon
Bent rage like a Cylon
F*** your pro-shit, I'm an electron
Sent to do battle
Crush your larynx
End your breathing
Think you're strong
You're dreaming
Get off the mic
This is your swan song
Your part's nothing but a walk-on
As I drift throught the mist
Like the saint of killers
Released from the asylum but getting iller and iller
My mode is in meltdown
Never catch me yelling, "Slow it down"
Ill-mannered behaviour for which I'm renowned
Shut you down
Fade you into the background
Cuz here's something in me demanding souls like in Evil Eye
Bloody of the enemy MCs only think they can satisfy
Skills soaring like a dragon fly
Electrifying passersby
You want to battle me?
Grab the mic
It's your God-given right to die
I'll mutilate your rhymes so bad the remains will be unidentified
You think you're the Dark Side?
Yo check it, Ughnauts show you motherf***in' sci-fi

Verse 2 (Da Boobie Regulator):
I'm coming back this time
I'm bringing back the crime
Inheriting the rhyme
My powers are sublime
With claws that are retractable
Just like my mandible
Eat you up whole but my name is not Hannibal
Then I give a lecture with the microphone in hand
Leave it up to you to theorize the fall of man
Sapiens fault lies in the fact
That they're too cocky to realize they're wack
Ughnauts are on top of the food chain now
Sitting high and mighty and rockin' the crowd
You can call me the Purple-nurple Touch-twister
Stop hating Boobies cuz I'm like no other
Running amock you'll be diving for cover
Chicks bite down on the crotch when I begin to smother
I can dissipate the sun
I can destroy everyone
Watch me on stage and your blood will run
Cold fusion
I'm the evolution
Time is well spent worshipping me
I'm the bronze statue on your mantlepiece
Rub me three times to get what you need
Soon society will fall to its knees

Verse 3 (Doogie Howitzer):

A reminder in case you forgot
I represent Cryptic Souls and Ughnauts
While you're mindless like robots
Or uneducated young tots
In other words you've got no thoughts
Well I've got lots -
I'm in them parking
then packing
There's a few things I'm lacking
So I'm sure as hell not macking
But vengeance exacting
Yet never exerting
You're so flame-on it's hurting
With Ughnauts there's no flirting
We're men of iron like girding
Our rhymes structured like buildings
With a force that's killed kings
While you wear tiny frilled things
You're just another jester
A child molester
Oustide the school for second semester
While your girlfriend's at home on her third trimester
Any wounds I inflict fester
Like the Roadrunner I'm faster
Your ACME rhyme flow's a disaster
And crumbles like plaster
I'm hard like alibaster
And/or marble
And you marvel how I master
Powers strange like the spellcaster
With the range of a blaster
Question the source of your blather
So I have you in a lather
Or rather excited
You're very near-sighted
With beer goggles
And on/off toggles
For when the mind boggles
Flick the safety seal switch
And now it's lights out, bi***...

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