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 the house. I tell you this, one of three Americans is dying out of cancer. You know? a**hole. You're gonna be one of those
I didn't the courage to kick your a** 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** you. Die. ba*tard. You think you're so cool, hm? a**hole
And if I ever see your f**ing face around, In Europe or Italy. Well I'll—that time I'm gonna kick your a**. f** you. f**ing Americans. Yankee. You're gonna die outta cancer, I promise
Deep pain. No one does what you did to me. You wanna know something? f** you. I want your balls mashed. Eat sh**. ba*tard
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!