Spitting verses from Hell's furnaces, feeling nervous?

Good Samaritan capping Germans as public service

Epidermis, all red surfaces, what a circus

And I was summoned to Earth to lead a dead purpose

Well meaning, but still a demon with cloven feet

And a set of horns, believe me, I wish that I didn't need them

They thought that I was a hellish weapon, and I would lead them

To the Promised Land, but in the end I would defeat them

But Professor Trevor could never do better

He took me in like his own, for him I would do whatever

But you had to go and take him from me, all I had

A father figure and dad without considering that

I would come for you, me and the Fist of Doom

Clearing every single supernatural, pistol looms

On the hip, I can promise you mister, you

Don't want a bullet to the chest, make you split in two, ooh

Hellboy when you see the face rotting

Have a mean hook and the otherside gun

He's a mean one, so you better not stare him

If you go to battle, then you better not care

'Bout your face, your jaw, your ribs, your life

And if you are a demon, then you better think twice

Drop the hammer with the Fist of Doom

And keep swinging 'till the Fist rep, miss the room, boom

Not immortal, but healing factor is paranormal

Rarely formal, since jumping out of that deadly portal

Got a squad, and we ain't worrying 'bout your morals

We are who they send when you're needing someone for scary quarrels

Now you're thinking that I'm the key to your destiny

Well, you were wrong, regret the day that you messed with me

I mighta came from Hell's fire, but the rest of me

Was brought up in a world where I fought for them successfully

Now I'm coming, believe me, I'm bearing arms

Maybe bearing arm, cigar blaring to carry on

Indestructible hand, tearing your wary heart

Of your body, no ressurection or fairy arts

I have always had a choice, I chose to save humanity

And turn my back on everybody in the demon family

So give it up, be it now or after

How ironic to a demon be a Hell's dispatcher, ooh

Hellboy when you see the face rotting

Have a mean hook and the otherside gun

He's a mean one, so you better not stare him

If you go to battle, then you better not care

'Bout your face, your jaw, your ribs, your life

And if you are a demon, then you better think twice

Drop the hammer with the Fist of Doom

And keep swinging 'till the Fist rep, miss the room

Hellboy when you see the face rotting

Have a mean hook and the otherside gun

He's a mean one, so you better not stare him

If you go to battle, then you better not care

'Bout your face, your jaw, your ribs, your life

And if you are a demon, then you better think twice

Drop the hammer with the Fist of Doom

And keep swinging 'till the Fist rep, miss the room, boom