So I was in Georgia...

and I'm just sittin' there on a park bench in Atlanta, just chillaxin, you know, and the Devil comes up to me with a fiddle and says, "Let's have a fiddle battle. You win, you get this golden fiddle, I win, I get your soul; you win, you get this golden fiddle." And I'm like in my head, "I don't even know how to play fiddle but I'll give this a shot". I pulled a fiddle out of my ass and the Devil pulled his out of his. "Let's do this..." The Devil started by rockin' some chords that should've been on guitar. Then he went like all ape shit on the fiddle. After his jam I'm like, "Well you're pretty good 'ol son. I don't care, take a sit right there lemme show you how it's done!" then I started. My fingers were flying a million miles an hour. It was invigorating. Then I realized I wasn't playing anything musically redeeming. I was just playing random notes. The Devil looked at me with a evil look and I'm like, "Shit!!!" and I ran out of there.

That b**** never got my soul.