Sung by the Chorus:
You’re frauding with the leopard,
in between fights with lions
You’re flirting with the she-wolf
and you got no savior left
You’re going nowhere fast
You’re going nowhere fast
Old man, indeed.
Up the mountain lies the light
of divine love and bliss,
You dabble in the shadows,
having lost your little wits.
You’re going nowhere fast
You’re going nowhere fast
Old man, indeed.
You need a voice of Reason
Of pure philosophy
You need the V-v-v-v-v-v-v-v-Vergil.
Italian just like you
Got the means to cure your blues
His voice is faint at first
but wait yet for his news.
Vergil (rapping):
Yo, I’m vergil
Ancient master of poetry
Wrote Aenead, Metamorphoses
Have you heard of me?
Have you heard of me?
Once king of the pen
Now just plain dead
Here to guide your carcass
to the fiery depths.
I can show you the door
I can show you the door
save your soul today
But Jesus's past my time
Can’t take you all the way
The Chorus sings:
You’re going straight to hell
You’re going straight to hell
Old man, indeed
No need to ask directions.
Just one chance for salvation.
Bet it on the b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-Beatrice.
We got seven bigass circles
For all mankind’s misdeeds
You’ll see them all, middle-aged Dante,
But will you ever leave?
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