歌词
Figlio di puttana, sai che tu sei un pezzo di merda?
Hm? You think you're cool, right? Hm? Hm?
When you kicked out people out of the house.
I tell you this, one of three Americans die of cancer.
You know? Assh*le, you're gonna be one of those.
I don't have the courage,
To kick your ass directly.
Don't have enough courage for that
I could, you know.
You know you're gonna have another accident?
You know I'm involved with black magic?
F*ck you, die, bastard.
You think you're so cool, hm? Assh*le.
And if I ever see your f*cking face around
In Europe or Italy.
Well I'll, that time I'm gonna kick your ass.
F*ck you, f*cking Americans, yankee.
You're gonna die outta cancer, I promise.
Deep pain.
No one does what you did to me.
You wanna know something? F*ck you.
I want your b*lls smashed, eat sh*t, bastard.
Pezzo di merda, figlio di puttana.
I hope somebody in your family dies soon.
Crepa, pezzo di merda, e vai
A sucare cazzi su un aereo!
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