Hell Boy

[Verse 1]
So the greatest trick that the Devil ever pulled
Was convincing the world that he really weren’t real
For real?
Yeah how you think that makes me feel?
Coz my favourite was when I tore that tablecloth
From under your four course meal and none of it spilled
But I didn’t even mean that trick
So I kick it on the floor like, “Eat that shit!”
You better still leave that tip
Ah relax bitch, I ain’t even get fired, it was me that quit (I quit!)
There ain’t no-one on my level of malevolence
None, it’s just me, that’s it
I forgot how fun being devilish was and I’m relapsing
So quick, shorten my rehab stint
That shit’s boring, I need that hit
Got withdrawals, I itch for ‘em
My skins crawls and my fleas have ticks
I’ve been dormant just relaxing
Just ignoring these weak rappers
What are critics on your dick for?
My pitchfork review reads like this
Man I been bad since I was just a little teenage imp
Putting secret shit into Beatles’ hits
That you can only hear when you run the melody backwards
And I’m demented, fuck around get your teeth smashed in
Buddy now let me see that grin
Someone else telling me I stink when I wreak havoc
I’mma kill – bring the beat back in
[Hook]
Whoa, damn, this kid’s dope
Yeah what’s his name? Mephisto?
Well that’s a shame
Yeah I switched it though
It’s “Hell Boy” – let’s go
[Verse 2]
My spirit animal’s really a pterodactyl
With steel mechanical talons to snatch unaware rappers
Get dragged from your beds napping and yanked through the air backwards
Get rag-dolled and spear tackled then strangled from weird angles
I’m saying
I’m rude and nasty, I’m super cocky, yeah who can stop me?
These dudes’ll probably spread rumours ‘bout me
Fuck Illuminati, I’ll ruin their party
What are you looking at me for?
That ain’t my posse, get off of that reefer
These rappers all selling their souls to me, now all I want is a refund
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
As a kid they called me Mephisto
Red imp at the blue light disco
Walk in with a cloud of thick smoke
Puff pentagrams and get brim stoned
Your chick all up on my pitchfork
I take the soul if she’s sinful
My number’s ‘666’ call
But down here I can’t get get signal – “Hello?”
Divine comedy, I’m funny as a funeral
Slap disgruntled rappers right out of their uniforms
Your hubris humour is really not cute no more
Tour de force man you know I wrap rings around you and your crew like I opened a jewellery store
So cue the horns
And I don’t mean tubas
I more meant these deformities on my forehead keep ruining my human form
So I got a snapback and I glued it on
Hats off now boy, you’ve been warned
Please do respond
Truly yours
Lucifer
But you can call me
(Hell boy) - Yeah you can call me (x3)
(Hell boy)
[Hook]