Hazbin Hotel (Alastor) [feat. JT Music]

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'