Hellbento

[Verse 1]

Yo, Double-D, when you gonna roast another MC?

Told ya: "I don't diss, bitch"

Damn, I'm getting hungry though

ちょっと minute bro, where you think you're tryna go?

Throw you in a pot before I cook you real slow

Don't compare an MC to a prime rib steak

Hate to say it but that's going to be a big mistake

Because the flavor is greater the bigger the fake

The truth is difficult to swallow, harder to take

You want to eat me, bitch boy? Give it a try!

I'm gonna diss you goodbye before I boil you alive

People saying that's a goofy looking French fry (Lovin' it!)

Need a side of "playing ketchup" on the fly (Got it, boss!)

What's for dessert? You tell me! (Tell me!)

Satan's always got to keep it healthy (Good shit!)

Melt your pride into a smoothie, drink it through a straw (Slurp)

Devil city mobbin' with the munchies 'til that—

BRAH, BRAH, BRAH!

My demon crew's seein' through yo fake ass team

I'm gonna chew you up, spit you out and make you scream

Rookie MCs crumble like cookies and cream before me

Rap the same trap club theme, you hella bore me

Tell me a story and make it something spicy hot

Kinda dicey with your punk ass on the spot

Here's a thought, rap about a little how-to

Wack MC, recipe, what's on the menu

Rapper soul, 御飯、醤油 (Flavor!)

ヘル弁当、that's my go-to (Tasty!)

Gnawin' on your inner thoughts, getting kind of gory

I can't rap rhymes, but I can wrap 海苔 (Salty!)

So pour me another shot of Hellfire Whiskey

Big demon boss, call me おにき

Snackin' on お握り from the Combini

Never gonna beat a bento, made by yours truly

[Chorus]

Gangsta poseur, swagger-ない

そのラッパ食べたい

Mumble rhymes, zero flow

魂美味しぞ

梅干卵 and don't forget the sauce

Pack your soul in a ヘル弁当

****in' いただきます!

Chop you like 刺身

Now I know that you gon' see me

Sink my teeth into that audio

魂美味しぞ

梅干卵 and don't forget the sauce!

Pack your soul in a ヘル弁当

****in' いただきます!

[Verse 2]

Ah, second course, sonny, 未だお腹すいた

Beckon you to devil's night, howdy, nice to meetcha

Better take a seat, Double-D is gonna treat ya

Never gonna level with a devil rappin' sweeter

Sticky, sugar-sweet raps, creamy and malty

I have a better time of it when lyrics come out salty

Wiring is kinda faulty up in my brain

But I'm servin' up songs so sick, it's insane

Can turn a heart attack track into a savory snack

Packin' a hell of a punch and as a matter of fact

I think it's getting to be time for lunch

And when I bite into your soul I wanna feel the crunch

You know it's gotta be delicious, nutritious, don't forget vicious

Ain't even ashamed, it ain't surreptitious

The name of the game is eatin' haters for breakfast

Wanna shut me up, ya better go for my neck first

Born and raised in hell's kitchen, finest cuisine

I cut the fat out of raps 'cause I been keepin' it lean

But does it matter what I rap about as long as it sounds clean?

Cook you an example, I'ma show you what I mean

Look, I could write a two verse, two hook travesty

About an all-you-can-eat to wrap a soul 食事

Gotta be a joke in every EP (Extended play)

Barbecue and smokin' all my enemies (Everyday)

Friends of me get a taste, cannot let it go to waste

Track, make in yo face, where we going, outer space

Feeling out of place, but I want a bite of everything

Music in my bloodstream, perfect after sampling

Can't believe I'm cooking with a five-star rating

Barely been around as the food is still evading

Forget it, keep eating

Finish off with something sweet, now my stomach full of dessert

いただき、bon appétit!

[Chorus]

Gangsta poseur, swagger-ない

そのラッパ食べたい

Mumble rhymes, zero flow

魂美味しぞ

梅干卵 and don't forget the sauce

Pack your soul in a ヘル弁当

****in' いただきます!

Chop you like 刺身

Now I know that you gon' see me

Sink my teeth into that audio

魂美味しぞ

梅干卵 and don't forget the sauce!

Pack your soul in a ヘル弁当

****in' いただきます!