[Verse 1: Boondox]
Hellfire, sending bodies to Mephisto
I'm loading up a missile to send 'em, not a pistol
And I don't want to miss so I hit 'em with a curse of evil
Knowledge in these words that I am spitting in a verse
Then turn my Sig into a Horcrux (crux)
When I'm carving symbols in that bitch and giving no fucks (fucks)
Them nine circles of inferno keep on burning up (up)
That fire been burning them eternal, we gon' turn it up (up)
Been trying to toll them but them fuckers lacking any kind of sense
Hit up Claas and Uncle Buk, can’t fit with any kind of diss
They be fronting, fake-heads all fall to the comfort of a clique track
That monkey's pretty rough, but I ain't never seen him hit back (hit back)

[Chorus: Bukshot]
Guess we on to something, everybody wants a turn
Went from nothing to a lesson, now they got to learn
All of a sudden drop some heat, then they start to squirm
Let 'em feel the oven, they like "I don't want to burn"
Turn it up let that hellfire spray on 'em
Let it rage on, go on, turn the page on 'em
Turn it up, stick that hellfire plague on 'em
Let it rage on, go on, burn the page on 'em

[Verse 2: Bukshot]
Got a text from Apollyon, he said to be ready
Any time, any moment, this about to get heavy
Like The Hellfire Club (Hellfire Club), everybody know us
Got a rep for throwing Molotovs and flamethrowers (flamethrowers)
Goons on deck, riding with Avengers
Like an angry mob of villains, seven day sinners
I'm the ship in your tub, about to pull your plug
Evil grin on my mug, a sign that you're fucked (that you're fucked)
About to pull atomic rocket out my pocket
Cock it, load it, 'bout to hock it
So precise that you can't block it (can't block it)
Hustle unknockable, how you think I got here?
Showed up on the scene and like that it got weird
[Chorus: Bukshot]
Guess we on to something, everybody wants a turn
Went from nothing to a lesson, now they got to learn
All of a sudden drop some heat, then they start to squirm
Let 'em feel the oven, they like "I don't want to burn"
Turn it up let that hellfire spray on 'em
Let it rage on, go on, turn the page on 'em
Turn it up, stick that hellfire plague on 'em
Let it rage on, go on, burn the page on 'em

[Verse 3: Claas]
Yeah! (Yeah!) Hellfire, I'm the chosen one (chosen one, yeah)
Satan beckons for his only son (yeah)
Fire breathing past a crooked tongue (haha)
Fear the dragon as you're staring down a loaded gun (Blaaow!)
Hot shit! Fire on the water, bitch I'm toxic
The clock ticked and everyone got murdered, yeah, it got sick (Agh!)
The optics made everybody vomit, it was crazy
I'm laughing like a lunatic, they crying like they babies (Hahaha!)
Lord of Hades, Salem, I'm everything (I'm everything)
I'm The Undertaker saying "Rest In Peace" in every ring (yes)
See, Lord knows I'ma kill 'em (I'ma kill 'em)
But he ain't gonna stop me 'cause he can't help the living, ha!

[Chorus: Bukshot]
Guess we on to something, everybody wants a turn
Went from nothing to a lesson, now they got to learn
All of a sudden drop some heat, then they start to squirm
Let 'em feel the oven, they like "I don't want to burn"
Turn it up let that hellfire spray on 'em
Let it rage on, go on, turn the page on 'em
Turn it up, stick that hellfire plague on 'em
Let it rage on, go on, burn the page on 'em