House of Asmodeus

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House of Asmodeus

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[MOXXIE] I love you more than the brimstone loves the fire More than Beelze' loves her bub More than a maggot loves gangrenous stubs You make my spirit sing, yeah, you make me glad I live in Hell Our love is a story, sweet to tell Yeah, you cast a special satanic spell over my heart Love is a journey we decided to start Yeah, I hope we'll never ever be apart I love you, I love you, I lovе you I love you, I love you, I love you, I lovе you [MOXXIE, FIZZAROLLI, & ASMODEUS] I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, I love you [ASMODEUS & FIZZAROLLI] I love you, I love you, I love you [LAUGHTER] [ASMODEUS] Who's singing love songs in my lustful lounge? [FIZZAROLLI] Ozzie's ain't the place for sentimental sounds [ASMODEUS] What'd you expect from a proprietor like us? [FIZZAROLLI] Your demon host, Asmodeus, the embodiment of lust [ASMODEUS & FIZZAROLLI] Give me a thrust (Bwa-bwa-bwa-bwa-bwa) Yeah, show me some lust (Bwa-bwa-bwa-bwa-brr) From the groin to the bust, in desire, we trust In the house of Asmodeus (Bwa-bwa-bwa-bwa-bwa-bwa-bwa—) (Trumpet, ha) [ASMODEUS] Little imp, you came here to sing your serenade? Perform your feelings on a velvety stage? Well, we got a sayin' that's popular in these parts [FIZZAROLLI] Only little bitches strum the strings of their hearts [ASMODEUS] You wanna hang around this lustful town? Ditch the lovey-dovey before we knock you around Here, we sing about wants and desires [FIZZAROLLI] Depravity, savagery, loins hotter than fire [ASMODEUS] So, give me a thrust Show me some lust From the groin to the bust Little imp, you just must In the house of Asmodeus [ASMODEUS] Come on, sing us a song Make sure the subject is gettin' it on Make it graphic and tantrically long [FIZZAROLLI] Be sure to rhyme 'thong' and 'shlong' [ASMODEUS] Go ahead, your mic's on [MOXXIE] I want to— [FIZZAROLLI] Yeah, what do you want? Butt stuff? Piss play? Bondage? [MOXXIE] Make gentle love to you [ASMODEUS] Ugh, what a limp-dick imp You're really killin' the vibe Get a load of this dweeb And his unsatisfied bride [BLITZØ, spoken] Hey now, I've watched those two pork many times [MOXXIE, spoken] What? Blitz [BLITZØ, spoken] And, honestly, they make missionary look relatively exciting [FIZZAROLLI] Is that Blitzo? So you're showin' your face? Hey, everybody, this guy's a total disgrace Some nerve you got to comment on a relationship Last I checked, your love life is a pile of shit [VEROSIKA MAYDAY] Oh, Blitzo? I used to date him (Date him, date him) [BLITZØ, spoken] Oh, Verosika, you're here [VEROSIKA MAYDAY] I'd stroke him, I'd fellate him (Fellate him, fellate him) Yeah, but when it was my turn (My turn, my turn) He did no reciprocatin' (What a dick-bag) A selfish imp in the sheets, and just as bad in the streets A reckless, heart-breaking freak [ASMODEUS] Who's that at your table? Is your date a demon prince? Stolas, is that you? [WALLY WACKFORD, spoken] Are you sleepin' with an imp? [ASMODEUS] Woo, my dark lord, how the mighty do fall You used to have a smokin' wife, a kid, you had it all I hope you didn't give it up so you and him could get it up [ASMODEUS] You sold your life for a thrust Now, that's the spirit of lust Grab your groin or a bust Prepare to get your hair mussed Pretend you don't see that crust Hump 'til your junk turns to dust [ASMODEUS & FIZZAROLLI] In the house of Asmode— [FIZZAROLLI] Ow [ASMODEUS, spoken] Hey [MILLIE, spoken] I think you were tryin' to sing something for me, Mox [MOXXIE, spoken] Yeah, I was [MOXXIE] I love us, I love us just the way we are Don't have to pretend to like to do things we don't I've always got you around to laugh at my stupid jokes I'll never take you for granted, I'll always give you my best And if you can offer the same, fate will handle the rest 'Cause I love you, 'cause I love you

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  • Andrew Radford Butler