go to your homeless man dirtying my car windows; go to your Sikhs and Pakistanis driving Taxi rampage, smell of curry all over, every one is a terrorist; fuck
those stinky glass of yours and build yourself a muscle, so shameless, poking in my park or showing a dick on a public channel ;
Go to your Korean grocery store that sells some super expensive fruits and vegetables, tulips and roses wrapped in cellophane, and still can't speak English after coming to the United States for ten years;
go to your stinky old Russian on Brighton Beach, the Russian mafia Sitting in a coffee shop drinking tea from a small glass, with unmelted sugar stuffed between your teeth, forever in a conspiracy to buy and sell, go back to your stinky country;
go to your Jewish ghosts in black clothes, covered in clothes Dandruff twill coats walk up and down Forty-seventh Street selling segregated South African diamonds;
fuck your Wall Street stockbrokers who think they're king of the universe, Wall Street's Mike Douglas is their idol, thinking all day new way a common people's hard-earned money;
go to those puerto ricans, 20-plus people in a car is the worst joint view;
not to mention the dominicans, they can't even compare to puerto ricans;
go to those stinky italians , hair smeared in disgusting pomade, wearing vulgar nylon shirts, brandishing second-tier baseball players' autographs and wanting to play the Sopranos;
go to your rich Upper East Side ladies with Hermes scarves around their necks and eating For fifty pieces of artichokes, Botox or face lifts in order to smoothen the wrinkles, age cannot deceive Obasan!
Go to those hip-hop niggas in the city, they can't pass the ball to others, they can't defend well, they run three more steps with the ball and layup money, and in the end, they have to blame the white people for everything. Slavery has long been It was abolished one hundred and thirty-seven years ago, look forward!
Go to your corrupt police officers who only beat and kill innocent people indiscriminately. The entire police force stands by, you are not the nanny of the people.
Go to those priests who put their hands in the crotch of little boys. Go to those churches that protect them. We will be punished. Take it to hell;
also drop by the fucking Jesus Christ, he is lucky enough to be crucified one day and spend a weekend in hell forever being admired by all the world, go to your Jesus, go to the pit for seven years and try it;
go to his book Osama bin Laden and his organization, and fundamentalist radicals all over the world, in the name of thousands of innocent victims of 9/11, I curse you and your seventy-two wives to be cast down to eighteen levels of hell, to be burned by jetliner engines Scorch, you hooded camel jockey, come and kiss my Irish ass!
Fuck your Jagoelinsky, that fat pig only thinks;
fuck your Frankie, he's my best friend, but he's judging me while staring at my horse;
fuck your Drona, I'm new to her, she stabs me in the back, that bitch betrays me;
fuck you, my grumpy dad, always standing behind the bar drinking soda and buying booze for the firemen and the Yankees Come on;
go to your city and everyone, from lousy houses in Brooklyn to luxury condos in Manhattan, from cheap state houses in Brown to hip lofts in SoHo, from downtown slums to suburban villas, all the way Go to the bungalow on Staten Island, let a big earthquake knock them down, let the raging fire burn them to ashes, and let the floods flood the rat-infested sin city.
No, no, fuck your bro, you have everything but don't cherish it, you big idiot.
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