I thought maybe there's some way to improve my odds of winning songfight so I prayed to God but the prayers to the man on high were seemingly ignored so I directed my request to the dark lord and what at first seemed like a joke the deceiver appeared in a puff of smoke he said "hey man, can I get you a drink? I can help you win the songfight this week so if think that you agree all you have to do is bow down and worship me" So all gotta do is take my soul and place it under your control? and he said "yeah, that's exactly right and I can teach you the unholy powers of the mic you will learn the darkest power of rhyme" well, hurry up we don't have much time! April showers of blood will pour down and the people in the crowd will recognise the sound of evil incarnate on the track as I throw up the horns and I dress in black what what what what what what what yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah come on, here we go So with a prick of my finger, I sign my name so that I can win songfight and the devil can claim my soul if in fact I win the contest and the devil is going to try his best so we worked and we went in every direction trying to achieve some unholy perfection hey mr. satan, lets add a 303 and encode the track to an MP3 I record my vocals and I let it all out because optional challenges are what I'm about with unholy rage and a dark tenacity I record all my vocals into audacity Working within the time limitation this song is pure evil dedication Finalize the track, and submit my song I'll be internet famous before too long I type my name, all one word followed by an underscore and then an acronym made of the words in the title that I'm submitting for A N T I S O C underscore ea dot MP3 open my email, subject is fight name then in the body I type my band name and I'm on the boards as the votes roll in secretly backed by the sultan of sin they love my track it's plain to see "soon your soul will belong to me" not so fast, read the contract if I don't win, I get my soul back "of course you'll win, how could you not?" and I was beaten by MC Frontalot April showers of blood will pour down and the people in the crowd will recognise the sound of evil incarnate on the track as I throw up the horns and I dress in black "Nobody can beat that guy..." well, I guess there's always next week it was fun satan, give me a call sometime "Peace out, yo"