"Hellbento (ヘル弁当)" lyrics
[Romanized:]
Minasama yōkoso
Ladies and gentledemons
[?]
De wa itadakimasu
Yo, Double-D, when you gonna roast another MC?
Told ya: "I don't diss, bitch"
Damn, I'm getting hungry though
Chotto 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 gonna 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, gohan, shōyu (Flavor!)
Heru bentō、that's my go-to (Tasty!)
Gnawin' on your inner thoughts, getting kind of gory
I can't rap rhymes, but I can wrap nori (Salty!)
So pour me another shot of Hellfire Whiskey
Big demon boss, call me o ni ki
Snackin' on onigiri from the konbini
Never gonna beat a bento made by yours truly
Gangsta poseur, swagger-nai
Sono rappa tabetai
Mumble rhymes, zero flow
Tamashī oishi zo
Umeboshi tamago and don't forget the sauce
Pack your soul in a heru bentō
Fuckin' itadakimasu!
Chop you like Sashimi
Now I know that you gon' see me
Sink my teeth into that audio
Tamashī oishi zo
Umeboshi tamago and don't forget the sauce!
Pack your soul in a heru bentō
Fuckin' itadakimasu!
Ah, second course, sonny, Imada onakasuita
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 shokuji
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, another stomach for dessert
Itadaki、bon appétit!
Gangsta poseur, swagger-nai
Sono rappa tabetai
Mumble rhymes, zero flow
Tamashī oishi zo
Umeboshi tamago and don't forget the sauce
Pack your soul in a heru bentō
Fuckin' itadakimasu!
Chop you like Sashimi
Now I know that you gon' see me
Sink my teeth into that audio
Tamashī oishi zo
Umeboshi tamago and don't forget the sauce!
Pack your soul in a heru bentō
Fuckin' itadakimasu!
[Japanese:]
みなさまようこそ
Ladies and gentledemons
[?]
ではいただきます
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 gonna 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 コンビニ
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, another stomach for 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!
Minasama yōkoso
Ladies and gentledemons
[?]
De wa itadakimasu
Yo, Double-D, when you gonna roast another MC?
Told ya: "I don't diss, bitch"
Damn, I'm getting hungry though
Chotto 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 gonna 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, gohan, shōyu (Flavor!)
Heru bentō、that's my go-to (Tasty!)
Gnawin' on your inner thoughts, getting kind of gory
I can't rap rhymes, but I can wrap nori (Salty!)
So pour me another shot of Hellfire Whiskey
Big demon boss, call me o ni ki
Snackin' on onigiri from the konbini
Never gonna beat a bento made by yours truly
Gangsta poseur, swagger-nai
Sono rappa tabetai
Mumble rhymes, zero flow
Tamashī oishi zo
Umeboshi tamago and don't forget the sauce
Pack your soul in a heru bentō
Fuckin' itadakimasu!
Chop you like Sashimi
Now I know that you gon' see me
Sink my teeth into that audio
Tamashī oishi zo
Umeboshi tamago and don't forget the sauce!
Pack your soul in a heru bentō
Fuckin' itadakimasu!
Ah, second course, sonny, Imada onakasuita
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 shokuji
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, another stomach for dessert
Itadaki、bon appétit!
Gangsta poseur, swagger-nai
Sono rappa tabetai
Mumble rhymes, zero flow
Tamashī oishi zo
Umeboshi tamago and don't forget the sauce
Pack your soul in a heru bentō
Fuckin' itadakimasu!
Chop you like Sashimi
Now I know that you gon' see me
Sink my teeth into that audio
Tamashī oishi zo
Umeboshi tamago and don't forget the sauce!
Pack your soul in a heru bentō
Fuckin' itadakimasu!
[Japanese:]
みなさまようこそ
Ladies and gentledemons
[?]
ではいただきます
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 gonna 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 コンビニ
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, another stomach for 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!
