Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Seth Sentry
Seth Sentry
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kaelyn Behr
Kaelyn Behr
Composer
Seth Marton
Seth Marton
Composer
Nic Martin
Nic Martin
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kaelyn Behr
Kaelyn Behr
Producer
Phil Threlfall
Phil Threlfall
Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Nic Martin
Nic Martin
Producer

Lyrics

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
(I 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
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
(Hell boy)
Yo what’s his name
Mephisto
(Hell boy)
Well that’s a shame
(Hell boy)
Yeah I switched it though
(Hell boy)
It’s hell boy
Let's go
My spirit animals really a teradactyl
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 and strangled from weird angles I’m sayin'
I'm rude and nasty I’m super cocky
Yeah who can stop me
These dudes'll probably 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 reefa
These rappers all selling their souls to me now all I want is a refund
Whoa damn this kid’s dope
(Hell boy)
Yo what’s his name
Mephisto
(Hell boy)
Well that’s a shame
(Hell boy)
Yeah I switched it though
(Hell boy)
It’s hell boy
Yeah Let's go
As a kid they called me Mephisto
Red imp at The Bluelight 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
I 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 oh
(Hell boy)
Yeah you can call me
(Hell boy)
Damn this kid’s dope
(Damn this kid’s dope)
(Hell boy)
What’s his name
Mephisto
(What’s his name)
(Mephisto)
(Hell boy)
That’s a shame
(That’s a shame)
(Hell boy)
I switched it though
(I switched it though)
(Hell boy)
It’s hell boy
(It’s hell boy)
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
(Hell boy)
(Hell boy)
(Hell boy)
(Hell boy)
Written by: Kaelyn Behr, Nic Martin, Seth Marton
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