Seth Sentry - Hell Boy lyrics

So the greatest trick that the devil ever pulled Was convincing the world he really weren’t real, for real? Yo, how you think that makes me feel? Cause my favorite was when I tore that table cloth From under your four course meal & none of spilled but i didn’t even mean that trick So I kick it on the floor like eat that sh** You better still leave that tip Ah relax b**h, I didn'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 & i’m relapsing So quick shorten my rehab stint that sh**’s boring I need that hit Got withdrawals I itch for it my skin crawls & my fleas have ticks I’ve 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 sh** Into beatles hits that you can only hear when you run the melody backwards & i’m demented, f** around get your teeth smashed in buddy now let me see that grin Someone else telling me I stink when I wreak havoc i’ma k** 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 you beds napping & yanked through the air backwards Get rag dolled & spear tackled then strangled from weird angles i’m saying I'm rude and nasty , i’m super co*ky, yeah who can stop me These dudes’ll prolly spread rumors bout me f** 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 & 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 j**elry store So cue the horns & 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 boy now you've been warned please do respond Truly yours, lucifer, but you can call me 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