A: You singing love songs
In my lustful lounge?
F: Ozzie's ain't the place
For sentimental sounds!
A: What'd you expect from
A proprietor like us?
F: Your demon host, Asmodeus,
The embodiment of lust!
A: Give me a thrust!
Yeah, show me some lust
From the groin to the bust
In desire, we trust
In the house of Asmodeus
F:Trumpet! Hah!
A: 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-
F: Only little bitches strum
The strings of their hearts!
A: You wanna hang around this lustful town?
Ditch the lovey-dovey
Before we knock you around
Here we sing about wants and desires
F: Depravity! savagery!
Loins hotter than fire!
A: 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~
F: Be sure to rhyme "song" and "shlong"!
A: Go ahead, your mic's on!
Mo: I want to…
F: Yeah, what do you want?
Butt stuff? Piss play? Bondage?
Mo: Make gentle love to you
A: Ugh, what a limp-dick Imp
You're really killin' the vibe
Get a load of this dweeb
And his unsatisfied bride
B: Hey, now! I've watched those two
Pork many times
Mo: What!? Blitzo!?
B: And, honestly, they make
Missionary look relatively exciting!
F: 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!
V: Oh, Blitzo?
I used to date him
B: Oh Verosika, you're here
V: I'd stroke him, I'd fellate him
Yeah, but when it was my turn
He did no reciprocatin'
A selfish Imp in the sheets
And just as bad in the streets
A reckless, heart-breaking freak!
A: Who's that at your table?
Is your date a demon prince?
Stolas, is that you?
IMP: Are you sleeping with an Imp?!
A: 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
You better get your hair mussed
Pretend you don't see that crust
Hump 'til your junk turns to dust
A&F: In the house of Asmode-
F: ah!
A: Hey!