Satan:
So you think that you can rock
But your kind of rock can't compete with mine
I'll teach you punks a little lesson...
Sifl:
Who you callin' "punks," b**h! Let's bring it on!
Satan:
Hellfire rain on you!
Hellfire reigneth and rocketh you!
Hellfire rain on you!
Hellfire reigneth and rocketh you!
Sifl:
Is that all you got, you overcooked tart?
You rock like a pansy, little slap-ASS!
My friend here just said that he'll out-rock you...
Olly:
(No I didn't... no I didn't!)
Satan:
Ok then, mere mortal, meet your FATE!
Olly:
(I can't even sing... well, alright!)
HELLFIRE RAIN ON YOU!
HELLFIRE REIGNETH AND ROCKETH YOU!
HELLFIRE RAIN ON YOU!
HELLFIRE REIGNETH AND ROCKETH YOOOOOOUUUUU!
Satan:
Nooooooo!!!
Sifl & Olly:
Ok, you win