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 and none of 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 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 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 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'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 you beds napping and yanked through the air backwards
Get rag dolled and spear tackled 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 '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 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 & 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