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Lyrics[words in brackets unclear]
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**k you. Die. Bastard.
You think you're so cool, hm? Asshole.
And if I ever see your f**king face around,
In Europe or Italy,
Well I'll -- That time I'm gonna kick your ass.
F**k you. F**king 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**k 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! 
 Son of a bitch, do you know you are a piece of shit?
 Piece of shit, son of a bitch.
 Die, piece of shit, and go suck dicks on a plane!