Prevod: Roland Bowman. Devil, s Violin.
but I'm the motherfucker Motherfuckers, this the last supper Look, no hands, I'm a bread cuffer I don't dare love her, I'm a dare devil I don't fear
sunshine I wanna get up off the floor I wanna run to the Devil and get me some more I wanna get up off the floor I wanna run to the Devil and get me
dad but I'm tha ma fucka Ma fuckas Dis tha last supper Look no hands I'ma bread cuffer I dont dare lover I'm a dare devil I dont fear nun Mafucka
m living right in the midst of a fire pit The gang banging and the violence is the sweetest song In a room with the heart of a violin Don't violate my
dressing on my salad Confess and someone tell Clark Kent I'm bout to steal his frame Flash Gordon shoes and Professor X's planes Dare Devil sunglasses
wild Like a jungle drum it beats Were you born a devil's child With restless gypsy feet Gypsy feet keep dancin' To the tune of violins Just like devil
scream to me Violin, violin, violin Get the bow going, let it scream to me Violin, violin, violin Get the bow going, let it scream to me Violin, violin, violin
Dad but I'm the muhfucka. My fucka's, This the last supper. Look, no hands, I'm a bread cuffer. I dont dare lover, I'm a dare devil I don't fear
Quick to rush the spot like baby urine get mopped up Tags that spray your hall with rap aerosol Organized graffiti lectures in can control Or level with the devil
at the crossroads Little kids sellin' crack at the crossroads Let me stab you in the back at the crossroads Everybody's gettin' jacked at the crossroads Violins
count the hearses that come out to masses, to churches, the verse is Do unto others as you would have done unto you Well welcome to the devil's penthouse
faggot snitches, So don't you try, we're packing 9's, We leave you dead in ditches. Yo?in the Coupe Deville With the shiny rims, Playing these bitches like a violin
, if you pray for me I'll pray for you and cash flow too, why not? It was a black wedding, you could hear the organs not The violins or the words the
You're the devil's child Burn in the night You're the devil's child They say the devil is here tonight Then let him play his violin so wild Higher,
lovin' man He stood six-foot-seven, had big ol' hands He'd lost two fingers in a chainsaw but he could still play the violin And Mom played piana, just
back up now, devil, Do you hear? "blow it out your ass, motorcycle man! I mean, I am the devil, Do you understand? just what will you give me