Fifty bears jumped on my neck
And f*go told me it would come back, yeah!
He said: "Sometimes it's very painful
When they are biting and trying to s**, s**!"
You see, this evening as an executioner
Tormented me again
And lost apostles kicked my a**!
Kicked so strong
And the colored lady did nothing
To make me feel well
They k**ed my soul
I wanted it cos I'm a fool In Rome you will take your vengeance
-Rocca was sure
It is to be ninety-two, yeah!
-Some guys will cry
And the city always knows where I'm going
In it;s swollen dead body
The city will send apostles
The city's not stupid
Waitin' 4, waitin' 4
f*go wrote me a letter,
He said: "I got no money
For bread, for wine, and for condoms, either but..."