Hell Boy - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

So the greatest trick that the Devil ever pulled

Was convincin' the world that 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

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 2]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 3]

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?"

Divine 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 I wrap rings around you and your crew like I opened a jewel'ry 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

[Pre-Chorus]

Hell boy (yeah, you can call me)

Hell boy

[Chorus]

Damn, damn, this kid's dope, this kid's dope

What's his name? What's his name? Mephisto? Mephisto?

That's a shame, that's a shame, I switched it, though, I switched it, though

It's Hell Boy, it's Hell Boy, let's go (let's go)

[Outro]

Hell boy