The devil doesn't come dressed in a red cape with pointy horns,
He comes with a trimmed beard and a robe that speaks of royalty, he is beautifully adorned.
His tongue immersed in the thick tide of milk and honey,
He feigns love and makes a joke or two, he is probably funny.
Oh your world! Take a look at his shoes,
He is rich! Look at his manly figure moving to the rhythm of the background blues.

A Yoruba demon you said, he is dark skinned,
You kept having thoughts of him, it blows your brain...