Lyrics Fake Champagne - Seth Sentry

The greatest trick that the devil ever pulled
Was convincing the world he really weren't real
How you think that makes me feel?
What about that time that I tore that table cloth
From under your four course meal & none of 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 didn't even get fired it was me that 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 & i'm relapsing

So quick shorten my rehab stint that shit's boring I need that hit
Got withdrawals I itch for it my skin crawls & my fleas have ticks
I've been dormant just relaxing just ignoring these weak rappers
What are critics all on your dick for? when my pitchfork review reads like this...

Man i been bad since I was just a little teenage imp putting secret shit
Into beatles hits that you can only hear when you run the melody backwards
& I'm demented, fuck around get your teeth smashed in buddy now let me see that grin
Someone else telling me I stink when I wreak havoc i'ma kill bring the beat back in

Whoa, damn, this kid's dope
Yo what's his name?
Mephisto?
Well that's a shame
Yeah I switched it though
It's Hell Boy Let's Go

My spirit animals really a pterodactyl
With steel mechanical talons to snatch unaware rappers
Get dragged from you beds napping & yanked through the air backwards
Get rag dolled & spear tackled then strangled from weird angles i'm saying

Im rude and nasty, i'm super cocky, yeah who can stop me
These dudes'll prolly 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 reefer
These rappers all selling their souls to me, now all I want is a refund
Whoa, damn, this kid's dope
Yo what's his name?
Mephisto?
Well that's a shame
Yeah I switched it though
It's Hell Boy Let's Go
As a kid they called me mephisto, red imp at a blue light disco
Walk in with a cloud of thick smoke, puff pentagrams & get brim stoned
Your chick all up on my pitch fork, I take the soul if she sinful
My numbers '666' call
But down here I can't get get signal "Hello"

Divine comedy, I'm funny as a Funeral
Slap disgruntled rappers right of their uniforms
Your hubris humorous really not cute not more
Tour de force man you know wrap rings around you and your crew like I opened a jewlery store

So cue the horns & i dont 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 boy now youve been warned please do respond
Truly yours, lucifer, but you can call me...
Whoa, damn, this kid's dope
Yo what's his name?
Mephisto?
Well that's a shame
Yeah I switched it though
It's Hell Boy Let's Go