Seth Sentry - Hell Boy lyrics

rate me

So the greatest trick that the devil ever pulled

Was convincing the world he really were not real, for real?

How you think that makes me feel?

Cause my favorite was when I tore that table cloth

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 did not even get fired

It was me that quit

There is no one on my level of malevolence none there’s 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 it my skin crawls

And my fleas have dicks

I have been dormant just relaxing just ignoring these weak rappers

What are critics all on your dick for?

When 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

Damn, this kid’s dope

Yo what’s his name?

Mephisto?

Well that’s a shame

Yeah I switched it though

It’s Hell Boy Let’s Go

My spirit animals really a pterodactyl

With steel mechanical talons

To snatch unaware rappers

Get dragged from you beds napping

And yanked through the air backwards

Get rag dolled and spear tackled t

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 prolly spread rumors about me Fuck Illuminati

I’ll ruin their party

What 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

Damn, this kid’s dope

Yo what’s his name?

Mephisto?

Well that’s a shame

Yeah I switched it though

It’s Hell Boy Let’s Go

As a kid they called me Mephisto

Red imp at a blue light disco

Walk in with a cloud of thick smoke,

Puff pentagrams and get brim stoned

Your chick all up on my pitch fork

I take the soul if she sinful

My numbers ‘666’ call

But down here I can’t get get signal “Hello”

Define comedy;

I’m funny as a funeral

Slapping struggle rappers right out of their uniforms

Your hubris humor is really not cute no more

Tour de force man you know wrap rings around

You and your crew like I opened a jewelry 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 to snapback and I glued it on

Hats off boy now you've been warned please do respond

Truly yours, Lucifer,

But you can call me

Yeah you can call me

Yeah you can call me

Yeah you can call me

Damn, this kid’s dope

Yo what’s his name?

Mephisto?

Well that’s a shame

Yeah I switched it though

It’s Hell Boy Let’s Go