Hellbento

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 a 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 flavour 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
 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
 Fuckin' 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
 Fuckin' いただきます!
 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
 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
 Fuckin' 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
 Fuckin' いただきます!