House of Asmodeus - Vivziepop ft. James Monroe Iglehart, Alex Brightman, Cristina Vee, Brandon Rogers, Vivienne Medrano, Jinkx Monsoon

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

I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you

I love you, I love you, I love you

Who's singing love songs in my lustful lounge?

Ozzie's ain't the place for sentimental sounds

What'd you expect from a proprietor like us?

Your demon host, Asmodeus, the embodiment of lust

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)

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

Only little bitches strum the strings of their hearts

You wanna hang around this lustful town?
Ditch the lovey-dovey before we knock you around
Here, we sing about wants and desires

Depravity, savagery, loins hotter than fire

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

Be sure to rhyme 'thong' and 'shlong'

Go ahead, your mic's on

I want to—

Yeah, what do you want?
Butt stuff? Piss play? Bondage?

Make gentle love to you

Ugh, what a limp-dick imp
You're really killin' the vibe
Get a load of this dweeb
And his unsatisfied bride

Hey now, I've watched those two pork many times

What? Blitz

And, honestly, they make missionary look relatively exciting

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

Oh, Blitzo?
I used to date him (Date him, date him)

Oh, Verosika, you're here

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

Who's that at your table?
Is your date a demon prince?
Stolas, is that you?

Are you sleepin' with an imp?

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

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

In the house of Asmode—

Ow

Hey

I think you were tryin' to sing something for me, Mox

Yeah, I was

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