Thom Bullitt - The Devil Went Down

The devil went down to Oklahoma
He was looking for a soul to steal
When he came across me in my Nike shoes
And a cubic zirconium grill
He said young man you're a pretty good rapper
Do you wanna have a contest
Cause I'm good too
But let's put it to the test
Let's see who's really the best
I agreed
Orded me a drink
Then went and picked my tune
He said hold on young man
We need to set some ground rules
Keep it civil
And if you win I'll give you anything
But I win I'll take your soul
And wear it like a pinky ring
Shook hands with the devil
Then poured us a shot of tequila
Took it straight to the dome
Then fire flew from his fingertips
As he clutched his microphone
The same one Johnny Cash used
For Folsom Prison Blues
My eyes grew green with envy
I knew what I had to do
Let the devil go first
And he spit a verse
That I guess was kinda cool
Then he laughed a sound
That was so demonic
That it knocked me off my stool
But I stood tall
Put my shades on
Then rapped a verse so smooth
Made the devil cry
And the crowd cheered
And I smiled cause I knew I'd won
The devil sneered
Said I guess you're truly the best
What is it you want
I said just leave Oklahoma
But leave that microphone
Cause you spit cool
But you ain't worthy
Of rapping in my home
Cause I'm the best
You son of a bitch
No go head move along

The devil went down to Oklahoma
He was looking for a soul to steal
When he came across me
In my gator boots
With spurs on the back of my heels
He said young man we battled before
But I'd like a second chance
Cause I'm better now
But let's put it to the test
Let's see who's really the best
Shook my head
Ordered me a drink
Then went back to my game of pool
The devil scoffed
Said fine but there I thought that you were cool
Then fire flew from my fingetips
As I said
You know the rules
Cause last time you left with my mic
From Folsom Prison Blues
Stared at the devil
Then poured me a shot of tequila
Took it straight to the dome
Then I went up on that stage
And I clutched my microphone
Cleared my throat
Took a deep breath
Hit the wave like a fishing boat
Found the pocket
To create a profit
That would let me keep my soul
Here's what I said to the devile this time
Cause I feel you ought to know
Hello son it's good to see you
I hope you're feeling good
Cause I'm here to shake up your life
Like a V8 under the hood
Got God on my side
And He's always down to ride
Even when it's raining outside
What is you doing
Looking slow like you on that fluid
If you really wanna take my soul
Then motherfucker come and do it
How's it feel to know the blood spilled
Is yours that's on your hands
Cause I'm the best you son of a bitch
I ain't telling you again

But if you still want some of this Rock & Roll
Then come and get it
I ain't lying when I say
That I was fucking born with it
Now I done beat you twice motherfucker
So go head give me your soul
And get up outt my face
But leave that microphone
I don't give a damn
If you're the fucking King of Sin
Cause I'm the best you sone of a bitch
I'll tell you once again
You spit cool
But you ain't worty
Of rapping in my home
Cause I'm the best you son of a bitch
No go head move along

Written by:
Thomas Oates

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