Hell Boy

So the greatest trick that the Devil ever pulled Was convincin' the world he really weren't real, for real? Yo, how you think that makes me feel? Cause my favourite 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 ain't even get fired it was me that quit There ain't no one on my level of malevolence, None, there's me, that's it I forgot how fun being devilish was and I'm relapsin' 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 ticks I've been dormant, just relaxing, just ignoring these weak rappers What are critics on your dick for? When my Pitchfork review reads like this... Man I been bad since I was just a little teenage imp Puttin' secret shit in The 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 tellin' me I stink when I wreak havoc, I'ma kill, bring the beat back in Whoa, 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 your beds napping And yanked through the air backwards Get ragdolled and spear tackled then strangled from weird angles, I'm sayin' I'm rude and nasty, I'm super cocky, yeah who can stop me These dudes'll prolly spread rumours 'bout me, Fuck Illuminati, I'll ruin their party What ya 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 Whoa, 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 brimstoned Your chick all up on my pitch fork, I take the soul if she sinful My number's 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 humour 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 gotta snapback and I glued it on, Hats off now, boy you been warned Please do respond, truly yours, Lucifer, but you can call me Hell boy (yeah, you can call me) Hell boy (yeah, you can call me) Hell boy (yeah, you can call me) Hell boy Hell boy Damn, this kid's dope What's his name? Mephisto? That's a shame, I switched it though It's Hell Boy, let's go, let's go... Hell boy Hell boy Hell boy Hell boy