What the Hell

Speak of the devil, and she appears

What the hell, stuck in hell
Nothin' hell, nothin' in hell

So this is forever
She's there, on the couch of leather
Lookin' so Heathers, in leather
Whatever, I'm trying to leave
But she's got me tethered
I've been tied up for days
Don't ask me 'bout the weather
Physical, mental
Two kinds of hell: physical, mental
Same kind of hell (Hell)
When she was six (Six, six, six)
I'm not trying to dwell
She's so in love 'cause I'm goin' to hell (Hell)
She's on top with her hands on my throat
Red horns, ghosts and goats
I'm not a cemetery, but yet I live with ghosts
I feel them choke (Help, I'm starving)
But I just smoke
And picture me on a plain, that's an evil flight
I do me when I do you

That's so evil, right?
Even when I'm dead, I'm never going to see the light
God's been dead
But you know that he is still alive
All these bitches love me like Satan
I'm not trying to be a sadist, I'm the greatest
These hoes know who they are
It's a motherfucking snake pit
And when they go play this
They'll know God is Satan

What the hell, stuck in hell
Nothin' hell, nothin' in hell
What the hell, stuck in hell
Nothin' hell, nothin' in hell