I’m Pope Leo , ruler of the Vatican City,
God’s chosen one on Earth, sittin’ in Rome.
You dare mess with indulgences? Boy, step back,
We’re building up St. Peter’s, you just talk smack.
Luther’s preaching' heresy, stirrin’ up the crowd,
Droppin’ theses on the door, actin’ loud and proud.
But I got the bulls and the power to burn,
Exsurge Domine—now it’s your turn.
You challenge the Church? You challenge the divine?
I got canon law and tradition in line.
It’s not just the Bible, but the keys to the gate,
Passed from Peter—yeah, that’s apostolic fate.
So don’t come for Rome with your rebel talk,
Or I’ll send you packin’ like a heretic’s walk.
From Florence to the Papal Seal, I flex my might,
This Church stands strong—bringin’ truth and light.
I’m Pope Leo, ruler of the Vatican throne,
God’s rep on Earth, sittin’ high in Rome.
You mess with indulgences? Boy, step back,
We’re building up St. Peter’s, you just talk smack.