I met the Devil at the Taco Bell. Said how ya doing how's it burning in hell. He hot damn give me a chance. I'll show you boy why the demons dance. Stop short and give me your price. I see the fire that is burning tour eyes. He said liston son I'll sell it to you ceap. Sell you a bowl for the price of your soul. Devil's Nachos. Too hot. Devil's Nachos. Way too hot. He put the bowl on the table. Said take a bite if you think you're able. To bear the heat of a burning sun. In your stomach till kingdom come. Right then. I stood Straight. And took a chip. In my hand. And put the thing. On my tongue. And felt tingle of my taste buds. Devil's Nachos. Too hot. Devil's Nachos. Way too hot. I leaned close. So he could hear. Every word. Very Clear. They're not hot. They're not warm. They don't sting. They don't burn. I won't sign on the dotted line. Cause the contract says that I'll burn till the end of time. Hell must be frozen through. Cause you're not the devil that I thought I knew