Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging their Jason Giambi Louisville Slugger baseball bats trying to audition for "The Sopranos."
Fuckin' crack your fuckin' head open!
Bensonhurst!
Bensonhurst!
Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves and their $50 Balducci artichoke.
Taxi!
Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched all taut and shiny.
You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart.
Taxi!
Fuck the Uptown brothers.
They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take five steps on every layup to the hoop, and then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man.
We not giving it up!
We not giving it up!
Slavery ended 137 years ago.
Move the fuck on.
Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus-violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence.
You betray our trust!
Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants.
Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil.
And while you're at it, fuck J.C.
He got off easy -- a day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity.
Try seven years in fucking Otisville, J.
Fuck Osama bin Laden, Al Qaeda, and backward-ass cave-dwelling fundamentalist assholes everywhere.
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