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 your house
I tell you this, one of three Americans die of cancer,
You know? Asshole. 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? Asshole.
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.
Bang bang, deep pain
No one does what you did to me.
You wanna know something? F*ck you.
I want your balls smashed, eat shit. 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!
(1) Son of a bitch, do you know you are a piece of shit?
(2) Piece of shit, son of a bitch.
(3) Die, piece of shit, and go suck dicks on a plane!
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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 your house
I tell you this, one of three Americans die of cancer,
You know? Asshole. 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? Asshole.
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.
Bang bang, deep pain
No one does what you did to me.
You wanna know something? F*ck you.
I want your balls smashed, eat shit. 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!
(1) Son of a bitch, do you know you are a piece of shit?
(2) Piece of shit, son of a bitch.
(3) Die, piece of shit, and go suck dicks on a plane!
Hm? You think you're cool, right? Hm? Hm?
When you kicked out people out of your house
I tell you this, one of three Americans die of cancer,
You know? Asshole. 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? Asshole.
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.
Bang bang, deep pain
No one does what you did to me.
You wanna know something? F*ck you.
I want your balls smashed, eat shit. 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!
(1) Son of a bitch, do you know you are a piece of shit?
(2) Piece of shit, son of a bitch.
(3) Die, piece of shit, and go suck dicks on a plane!
Writer: Adam Jones, Daniel Carey, Justin Gunner Chancellor, Maynard James Keenan
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management