[Verse 1]
Spitting verses from Hell's furnaces, feeling nervous?
Good Samaritan capping Germans as public service
Epidermis, all red surfaces, what a circus
And I was summoned to Earth to lead a dead purpose
Well meaning, but still a demon with cloven feet
And a set of horns, believe me, I wish that I didn't need them
They thought that I was a hellish weapon, and I would lead them
To the Promised Land, but in the end I would defeat them
But Professor Trevor could never do better
He took me in like his own, for him I would do whatever
But you had to go and take him from me, all I had
A father figure and dad without considering that
I would come for you, me and the Fist of Doom
Clearing every single supernatural, pistol looms
On the hip, I can promise you mister, you
Don't want a bullet to the chest, make you split in two, ooh
[Chorus]
Hellboy when you see the face rotting
Have a mean hook and the otherside gun
He's a mean one, so you better not stare him
If you go to battle, then you better not care
'Bout your face, your jaw, your ribs, your life
And if you are a demon, then you better think twice
Drop the hammer with the Fist of Doom
And keep swinging 'till the Fist rep, miss the room, boom
Spitting verses from Hell's furnaces, feeling nervous?
Good Samaritan capping Germans as public service
Epidermis, all red surfaces, what a circus
And I was summoned to Earth to lead a dead purpose
Well meaning, but still a demon with cloven feet
And a set of horns, believe me, I wish that I didn't need them
They thought that I was a hellish weapon, and I would lead them
To the Promised Land, but in the end I would defeat them
But Professor Trevor could never do better
He took me in like his own, for him I would do whatever
But you had to go and take him from me, all I had
A father figure and dad without considering that
I would come for you, me and the Fist of Doom
Clearing every single supernatural, pistol looms
On the hip, I can promise you mister, you
Don't want a bullet to the chest, make you split in two, ooh
[Chorus]
Hellboy when you see the face rotting
Have a mean hook and the otherside gun
He's a mean one, so you better not stare him
If you go to battle, then you better not care
'Bout your face, your jaw, your ribs, your life
And if you are a demon, then you better think twice
Drop the hammer with the Fist of Doom
And keep swinging 'till the Fist rep, miss the room, boom
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