I'm the turkey in the oven,
my problems run from seven to eleven,
either put me in hell or up to heaven.
2006 hasn't even come around,
if I didn't know better,
I'd be down.
On my job the devil came,
had a pink slip with my name.
He left mad and annoyed,
because I'm still employed.

He didn't give up there,
I still feel him in the air.
One thing breaks,
the other one shakes.
After all these years encased,
I'm use to being chased.
The devil and I play a game,
it's called dodge the demons flame.

I duck and I dodge,
pray to God the devil is a mirage.
He starts to feel faint,
especially when I use holy paint.
I refuse to follow the demons orders,
it stops him from crossing my borders.
He gets stuck in limbo,
makes him feel like a bimbo.

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