The poem

That was just the best way to go
There’s no ceiling for us
And as a special treat this evening
I have asked
Italy’s foremost motherfucker DJ
To read his latest poem for us
Very good
E allora mi lasci parlare o no !
Mi hai proprio rotto i coglioni
Mi hai rotto i coglioni hai capito
A un certo punto te lo devo proprio dire !
Vaffanculo, vaffanculo !
That’s right, motherfucker (x2)
And as a special treat this evening
I have asked
Italy’s foremost motherfucker
Mister mister DJ (x??)
Fire it up, DJ
And as a special treat this evening
I have asked foremost motherfucker
Mister mister DJ (x??)
Fire it up, DJ