So we are down to the last two episodes of hazbin hotel that will
How would John feel see that vaggie is an angel
But what do you all think of the songs I did that add John to them.
(Angel John and Husk sits in silence for a moment. Then Husk begins to sing)
Husk: So things look bad, and your back's against the wall. Your whole existence seems fuckin' hopeless. You're feelin' filthy as a dive bar bathroom stall. Can't face the world sober and dopeless. You've lost your way, you think your life is wrecked. Well, let me just say you're correct
John and Angel Dust: Wait, what?
Husk: You're a loser, baby A loser, goddamn baby You're a fucked up little whiny bitch.
Angel Dust: Hey!
John: That mean.
Husk: You're a loser, just like me
Angel Dust: Thanks, asshole.
John: I might be a loser.
Husk: You're a screw's-loose-boozer An only one-star reviews-er You're a power-bottom at rock bottom But you got company
Angel Dust: This supposed to make me feel better?
John: I think it the truth?
Husk: There was a time I thought no one could relate To the gruesome ways in which I'm damaged But lettin' walls down, it can sometimes set you straight! We're all livin' in the same shit-sandwich
Angel Dust: I sold my soul to a psychopathic freak.
John: My patient left me behind in the garage.
Husk: Haha! And you think that makes you unique? Get outta here, man! We're both losers, baby We're losers, it's okay to be a—
Angel Dust: Coked up, dick-suckin' hoe?
John: A kid that wants friends and not afraid to kill?
Husk: Baby, kid, that's fine by me
Angel Dust: I'm a loser, honey A schmoozer and a dummy But at least I know I'm not alone
John: I'm a loser mommy, and daddy doesn't care where I am at all, at least I got you two with me.
Husk: You're a loser
Three: Just like me
Husk: I got an appetite for gamblin'
Angel Dust: I got an appetite for samplin' every drug and sex toy I can find.
John: I have feeling that I just want to be nice to everyone but also something in my head that just want me to KILL EVERYONE.
Husk: Go ahead baby, and kid sing that song, come on!
Angel Dust: I got no holes left to deflower.
Husk: I sold my soul to save my power. Now I'm on that demon's leash
John: I don't even know why my parents left me for dead?
Three: I'm trapped and it gets worse with every hour.
John: Not know who I am?! Or why I'm even alive?!
Angel Dust: You're a loser, baby
John: A loser with no identity.
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Helluva boss puppy
FanfictionA new member of the helluva boss join the gang and he's a aboriginal like hellhound pup so the gang adopt him
