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Figilio di puttana, sai che tu sei un pezzo di merda.
You think you're cool right?
Hmm? When you kicked those 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 didn't have courage to kick your ass, directly.
Though there's not courage for that.
I could you know?
You know you're gonna have another accident?
You know I'm involved with black magic?
Die, bastard... you think you're so cool, hmm?
Asshole, and if i ever see your fucking face around,
In Europe or Italy,
Well... that time I'm gonna kick your ass.
Fuck you, fucking American, Yankee.
You're gonna die of cancer, I promise.
No one did what it did to me, asshole.
You want to know something?
I want your balls smashed.
Eat shit, bastard.
Pezzo di merda, figilio di puttana.
Hope somebody your family dies soon.
Crepa, pezzo di merda, e vai a sucare cazzi su un aereo.