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Figlio di puttana, sai che tu sei un pezzo di merda?

Hm? You think you're cool, right? Hm? Hm?
When you kicked out people [out of] your house

I tell you this, one of three Americans die of cancer,
you know? Asshole.
You're gonna be one of those.

I don't have the courage
to kick your ass directly.
Don't have enough courage for that,
I could, you know.

You know you're gonna have another accident?
You know I'm involved with black magic?
F**k you. Die. Bastard.
You think you're so cool, hm? Asshole.

And if I ever see your f**king face around,
In Europe or Italy,
Well I'll -- That time I'm gonna kick your ass.
F**k you. F**king Christmas.
You're gonna die outta cancer, I promise.

No one does what you did to me.
You wanna know something? F**k you.
I want your balls smashed, eat shit. Bastard.

Pezzo di merda, figlio di puttana.
I hope somebody in your family dies soon.

Crepa, pezzo di merda, e vai
a sucare cazzi su un aereo!