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Hazbin Hotel (Alastor)
Daddyphatsnaps, JT Music, і, OmarCameUp
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Talk like a heathen
The Radio Demon
Souls on the soles
When I stroll on the cement
So devious
I'mma troll a comedian
But I'll throw bows
If you hoes inconvenience (Bitch)
Got my toes on the ceiling
Not on my level
You know you agree with
A has-been?
Never that, bro
I'm a kingpin
Team lit, and we ain't got roles for the squeamish
Girl, you wanna come to my hotel?
Everybody here for a piece
And there's no bell (Woah)
You comе down here
Then thеre's no bail
Wanna flip a coin for a wish, bitch?
Oh well
Wanna roll the dice
But you lost your marbles
Martial law dissolves any partial problems
Partial problems here
Meet a martial artist
Disrespect, your limbs turn to partial objects
C'est la vie
And ciao for now
Had to flip your mom
Just to wow the crowd
If you don't understand
You can sound it out
Your mom and wow the same
When I'm 'round and 'round
Ringing ulterior motives
But you interfere
You'll be rigged with explosives
Different agenda
With different approaches
I live as a king
You live with the roaches
Live for the radio
Live for the roses
Palette refined
I'm king of the vocalists
You live for the screens, you're hopeless
Swallow a barrel and load it
I know that you came for some fun
But you jumped in the bed with a vulture
They wonder why I give a damn
'Cause it's damned that are running the culture
What's a rhyme or reason?
Even I just can't seem to find none
Once I call the curtains
Nobody's peakin' behind 'em
No bed is safe for sleepin' (That's why I lie alone)
I'll broadcast all your secrets (Speak right into the microphone)
Oh, this cakewalk is a climb
Right to the top you'll crawl
But all you find up here's a fall
And I'll be watchin'
'Tis season of the rizz demon
Down in Hell, but I'm still cheezin'
How we dead but I'm still reaping?
I've transcended
I'm still peaking
Smack your hand
But you still talking
You Adam types
You can't steal Eden
Lost your bitch
And you still heaving
You still crying
You still grieving
And if you don't get yourself together
And leave us the fuck alone
I will rip you from limb to limb
Now, where was I?
Almost got me off-topic
Those demons get me all toxic
Sometimes, you gotta put them in line
To show godly skill to a novice, hmm
Murderer in life
And I'm still a mic killer
High-spitter
I get up, teeth showing
Bright glimmer
I sit and I simmer
My plan and my rhythm
My swagger, my riddles
They mad that I fiddle
I fathom, I battle, I rattle, I pivot
But I have a deal and there's no strings in it
You can trust me
See the big teeth grinning?
You sign in the line
And your dreams breach limits
Gutsy-gutsy for you not to trust me
Lucky-lucky you should feel to touch me
Beautiful, but trust me
It get ugly
You the shit?
I put you in the dung heap
Clothed in lines
Loathe fabrications
Dope aspirations
No application
Though giant odds
But bro strapped with David
Either get in line
Or go line the grave, bitch
What's a rhyme or reason?
Even I just can't seem to find none
Once I call the curtains
Nobody's peakin' behind 'em
No bed is safe for sleepin' (That's why I lie alone)
I'll broadcast all your secrets (Speak right into the microphone)
Oh, this cakewalk is a climb
Right to the top you'll crawl
But all you find up here's a fall
And I'll be watchin'