House of Asmodeus - Helluva Boss/Richard Horvitz/James Monroe Iglehart/Alex Brightman/Cristina Vee/Brandon Rogers/Vivienne Medrano/Jinkx Monsoon
Produced by：Debbie Tjong/Nate Hopkins
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 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
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
Asmodeus：
You 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：
Give me a thrust
Fizzarolli：
Bwabwabwabwa bwaaaah-
Asmodeus：
Show me some lust
Fizzarolli：
Bwabwabwabwa bwaaaah-
Asmodeus：
From the groin to the bust
In desire we trust
In the house of Asmodeus
Fizzarolli：
Bwabwabwabwa bwaaaah-
Trumpet Hah
Asmodeus：
Little imp you came here to sing your serenade
Perform your feelings on a velvety stage
Well we got a saying 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
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
Blitzo：
Hey now I've watched those two pork many times
Moxxie：
What? Blitzo?
Blitzo：
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
Blitzo：
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：
Are you sleeping with an Imp?
Asmodeus：
Woo
My dark lord how the mighty do fall
You used to have a smoking wife a kid you had it all
I hope you didn't give it up
So you and him could get it up
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：
Hey
Millie：
I think you were trying to sing something for me Mox
Moxxie：
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
