[Verse 1]
Spitting verses from Hell's furnaces, feeling nervous?
Good Samaritan capping Germans as public service
Epidermis, all red surfaces, what a circus
And I was summoned to Earth to lead a dead purpose
Well meaning, but still a demon with cloven feet
And a set of horns, believe me, I wish that I didn't need them
They thought that I was a hellish weapon, and I would lead them
To the Promised Land, but in the end I would defeat them
But Professor Trevor could never do better
He took me in like his own, for him I would do whatever
But you had to go and take him from me, all I had
A father figure and dad without considering that
I would come for you, me and the Fist of Doom
Clearing every single supernatural, pistol looms
On the hip, I can promise you mister, you
Don't want a bullet to the chest, make you split in two, ooh

[Chorus]
Hellboy when you see the face rotting
Have a mean hook and the otherside gun
He's a mean one, so you better not stare him
If you go to battle, then you better not care
'Bout your face, your jaw, your ribs, your life
And if you are a demon, then you better think twice
Drop the hammer with the Fist of Doom
And keep swinging 'till the Fist rep, miss the room, boom
[Verse 2]
Not immortal, but healing factor is paranormal
Rarely formal, since jumping out of that deadly portal
Got a squad, and we ain't worrying 'bout your morals
We are who they send when you're needing someone for scary quarrels
Now you're thinking that I'm the key to your destiny
Well, you were wrong, regret the day that you messed with me
I mighta came from Hell's fire, but the rest of me
Was brought up in a world where I fought for them successfully
Now I'm coming, believe me, I'm bearing arms
Maybe bearing arm, cigar blaring to carry on
Indestructible hand, tearing your wary heart
Of your body, no ressurection or fairy arts
I have always had a choice, I chose to save humanity
And turn my back on everybody in the demon family
So give it up, be it now or after
How ironic to a demon be a Hell's dispatcher, ooh

[Chorus]
Hellboy when you see the face rotting
Have a mean hook and the otherside gun
He's a mean one, so you better not stare him
If you go to battle, then you better not care
'Bout your face, your jaw, your ribs, your life
And if you are a demon, then you better think twice
Drop the hammer with the Fist of Doom
And keep swinging 'till the Fist rep, miss the room
Hellboy when you see the face rotting
Have a mean hook and the otherside gun
He's a mean one, so you better not stare him
If you go to battle, then you better not care
'Bout your face, your jaw, your ribs, your life
And if you are a demon, then you better think twice
Drop the hammer with the Fist of Doom
And keep swinging 'till the Fist rep, miss the room, boom