Hellaverse Smackdown

Lyrics

Intro
Beat drops in, distorted bass roaring
(Yeah)
Welcome to the pit
Ring of rings
Hotel vs office
Stage lights, guillotines

Hook
Hazbin step up
Helluva load the clip
Red ribbons, red scopes
Who run this abyss?
Hazbin talk change
Helluva talk hits
Crowns, contracts
Teeth, blood, spit

Hellaverse
One throne, two lists
Saints, sinners
Shots, no miss
Hellaverse
Whole crowd scream “pick”
Angel dust, imp dust
Who run this pit?

[Verse 1 – Hazbin Hotel Crew (Charlie lead, Alastor drop-in)]
Charlie:
I’m the princess of the pit, I don’t bark, I legislate
You’re a glorified call center, filing forms for petty hate
I’m rewriting damnation, rehabilitation at the gate
You’re busy stalking exes, I’m restructuring the state

Angel Dust:
Little imps with a hotline to a teenage rage
I’ve done more on a webcam than you did on that stage
You call yourselves hitmen? I got clients by the page
You need a “Blitzo bloodbath” just to pay a living wage (ha!)

Vaggie:
You’re clowns in cheap suits, dog walking for a buck
We’re dealing with Overlords, you’re begging for a truck
Big shark in a kiddie pool, barking like you’re tough
But even your own “M&M” know they deserve better stuff

Alastor:
Step aside, little insects, let a true fiend speak
I turned the radio to ruin, left the frequency bleak
You dance for mortal pennies, I eat worlds in a week
Your “Loo Loo Land” anthem was embarrassingly weak

Hazbin:
We got demons, divas
Overlords on call
Empires, empires
You just do prank calls

Chorus
Hazbin stand tall
Helluva talk slick
Princess, porn star
Radio, holy miss
Helluva got guns
Hazbin got the script
Same hell, two lanes
Who run this pit?

Hazbin step up
Helluva load the clip
Red ribbons, red scopes
Who run this abyss?
Hellaverse
Whole crowd scream “pick”
Angel dust, imp dust
Who run this pit? (yeah)

[Verse 2 – Helluva Boss Crew (Blitzo lead, Moxxie/Millie swaps, Stolas flex)]
Blitzo:
It’s “O” with the I and the double-f you
Yeah, Blitz with a Z but it’s silent when I shoot
You’re playing hotel owner, baby, that’s cute
I got royalty on speed dial, grimoire in the suit

Millie:
We roll up on a target, make it gory, make it quick
You’re stuck in group therapy, feelings, hugs, and guilt trips
I been carving through the living just to keep my man fed
You can’t even keep the moth girl from spearing heads

Moxxie:
I’m the marksman with a conscience, put precision in the scope
You’re a princess with a thesis and a needle-thread of hope
While you’re pitching twelve-step programs to a soul that loves the smoke
We’re cashing every contract, steady turning halos broke

Stolas:
Little Charlie, dear, your father runs the show
I read the charts of Hell and your metrics stay low
While you rehearse showtunes on a half-lit stage
I gave the imps a portal and a license to rampage

Helluva:
Hazbin sing dreams
We make mortals twitch
You host slumber parties
We flip the kill switch

[Pre-Chorus – Overlap, Hazbin & Helluva taunting]
Hazbin:
You’re pets with a master, collared to a throne
Helluva:
You’re sheltered royal failures, scared to be alone
Hazbin:
We’re changing all of Hell
Helluva:
We’re bringing Heaven down
Both:
Check the blood, the fear, the crown

Chorus
Hazbin stand tall
Helluva talk slick
Princess, porn star
Radio, holy miss
Helluva got guns
Hazbin got the script
Same hell, two lanes
Who run this pit?

Hazbin