Hazbin Hotel (Alastor) Lyrics – Daddyphatsnaps
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 thrown bows if you hoes inconvenience
Got my toes on the ceiling
Not on my level, you know you agree with
A Hazbin, never that, bro, I’mma 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
You come down here, then there’s no bail
Wanna flip a coin for a wish, ***, 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 chiao 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, hee
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
Pallett 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 red into the microphone
On 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 ***, and you still heaving
You still crying, you still grieving
And if you don’t get yourself together and leave us the *** along, 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
*** 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 battle, 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 on 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 ***? I put you in the dung heap
Cloathed in lines, loathe fabrications
*** aspirations, no application
Though, giant odds, but bro strapped with David
Either get in line, or go line the grave, ***
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 red into the microphone
On 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’
