Morning in Italy, no you can't feel.
Feelin' so alone, but i got my f**in' deal.
Cookin' all day, my day is f**in' meal.
Today we have pork, but my advise is veal.
You can hear the squel, cause somebody got k**ed.
Maybe hand in fryer, cause you're such a lier.
You said "YOUR SUACE IS sh*t.", you need to feel my pyre.
Now you know, you gotta go.
Pick up your f**in' things, convert yourself to shadow.