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Where's the third assassin? Show yourself. Third time's the charm, right? Not me, FBI. It’s someone else. I believe in you.

He's not seeking revenge, but retribution. Let him know I'm coming, and hell is coming too. Hell is coming with me. Translation: He is not seeking revenge, but retribution. Let him know I am coming, and hell is coming too. Hell is coming with me.

You're a mook, a traitor to Italian Jews. You're a fucking cunt.

They want us dead. That's what they want.

I'm sick and tired of it. Left wingers, liberals, you need to be fucking showing your opponent's guts on there. Okay? You need to be gutting them. You need to be shanking these motherfuckers and letting their fucking letting their intestines just ride on stage. What the fuck is this shit, man? You cannot have a bigger fucking layup. You could not have had a bigger fucking layup than a horrible candidate like Herschel Walker. Sure. He was prepared very well. And Herschel Walker actually had a good a Thing we do need to make sure we do, we got to keep attracting younger viewers that you know grow up on TikTok you know when they're eight nine ten eleven twelve even though they shouldn't be. Point three it's like all here now this guy is down he's dead These guys are, like. And fatally wounded. They're not even, like, they're not even running. They're not even, like, cowering and running away and screaming in fear. There's, okay. Well, they did it. We got our shots. Okay. Is this guy down? Oh, shit. Well, okay. Well, we brought the white called shock, you fucking idiot. It's called shock. Anything that happens I mean, like, holy shit, guys. If you live in Florida, I have an opportunity for you. If you wanna earn $100,000, let me know. Jesus Christ. Flags, we can put that over the bleeding part. Assuming he got shot and it's actually right. A flag. And then chest. This guy The 874. Bellevue Drive, and I'm gonna kill you with my AR 15. Like, that's what the that's the type of messages they were leaving in this dude's, all this dude's office, and he's resigning. Like, he's literally this is his last term. So so I think that people are a lot more radical. It's hurt poor people that they can they they can afford housing in Berkeley. I don't know how that. My understanding is that the property owners who have properties there choose just not to rent it at all. Yeah. Kill them. Kill those motherfuckers and murder those motherfuckers in the street. Let the streets let the streets soak in their fucking red capitalist bloods, dude.

It's raining for murder. Brains and blood are all over the place. The speaker says, "It's all over for you guys." When someone else asked, "What's your problem?" the speaker responded that the last guy who said that had something happen to him. The speaker mentions "Carlos," who is supposedly in Iran, but also incinerated. The speaker concludes by telling someone to enjoy the rest of their short life.

Black Rock, you can hide. We set you with genocide.

Where's the third assassin? Show yourself! Third time's the charm, babe. Not me, FBI. It has to be someone else. I believe in you!

I didn't spit on nobody. I didn't spit. I didn't spot. Take your mask. Let me see your face. Take your mask.

The speaker expresses extreme anger and threatens retaliation for smearing the name of their leader, Nicholas J. Funtas. They vow to kill, rape, and die for Funtas. The speaker accuses the listener of making a nasty comment and warns them not to act like a victim, stating that the listener started the conflict and the speaker will end it.

The speaker denies supporting fascists. They question who is being accused of supporting fascists and repeatedly state "No." The speaker asks for clarification regarding their identity and poses the question, "Who am I?"

I sassi. Queste sono le pietre che hanno tirato contro la motovedetta per raggiungere ad ogni costo Lampedusa. ENGLISH TRANSLATION: These are the stones that were thrown at the patrol boat to reach Lampedusa at any cost.

Avec des roquettes, on rigole quand ça touche des bonioules. On est sur le terrain, pas comme vous qui marchez à Paris. Votre religion ressemble au nazisme, ça aide pas. Vous ne pouvez rien faire contre nous. Vous ne pesez rien dans le game. Toujours des hystériques et des boukacs sous le hijab. Translation: With rockets, we laugh when it hits bonioules. We are on the ground, not like you walking in Paris. Your religion resembles Nazism, it doesn't help. You can't do anything against us. You weigh nothing in the game. Always hysterics and boukacs under the hijab.

The speaker accuses someone of being a criminal and a coward, expressing frustration that this person avoids conversation and acts smug.

The speaker expresses anger towards individuals who wear masks and engage in destructive behavior. They criticize these individuals for not being Irish and for not being protected by the Irish. The speaker also mentions that they pay these individuals' wages and condemns their actions as being worse than terrorism. They conclude by using strong language and suggesting the use of someone named Chuckie.

This is for the arms dealer in a suit and the person who drops depleted uranium while sipping champagne.

Someone calls an unidentified group "New Jersey's Gestapo" and says, "You're tough. Real fucking tough." They then ask, "You're safe now, guys? Oh, you're safe now."

Hey, do you feel that? Where's your gun? They said you lost it in battle. Are you going to take out Moskoviev?

The roof is on fire. We don't need no water, let it burn. Speaker 1 does not own the rights to this. The roof is on fire. Happy New Year, everybody. You can't beat them, burn them out.

Speaker 0 delivers a rapid, aggressive monologue centered on gunfire and combat imagery. The lines quoted are: “One nine millimeter go bang.” “I'm the walker, baby.” “Why so quintess?” “Where is your fucking god now?” “Fuck.” “Shit.” “Skippity Riz.” “Uh-huh.” “Uh-huh.” “Uh-huh.” “The big boy.” “Fucking rip and tear.” The sequence emphasizes weaponry, identity, defiance, expletives, and a final imperative. The speaker asserts dominance, uses repetition ('Uh-huh' thrice), and intersperses questions with commands, culminating in a violent imperative with the phrase 'Fucking rip and tear'. The content is characterized by aggressive tone, blunt vernacular, and a confrontational stance. No evaluative judgments are offered; the summary preserves the original phrasing.

I didn't spit on nobody. I didn't spit. I didn't spot. Take your mask. Let me see your face. Take your mask.

A speaker derides a counter protestor, insisting “I’m not the big guy.” They claim “They’re not even rocking” and add “They sent your pizza.” The speaker adopts a boastful stance with “Tall and proud.” They respond to a Nazi accusation with, “If you’re you’re Nazi, isn’t, then I’m a Nazi, bitch,” followed by the line, “Shut the fuck up, Nazi.”

Can I have a light? Sure, here you go. And your wallet. Give him your wallet, Nick. Why? He has a knife. That's not a knife, that's a knife. Translation (if needed): Can I have a light? Sure, here you go. And your wallet. Give him your wallet, Nick. Why? He has a knife. That's not a knife, that's a knife.

Never let the blood leave the blade, son. One day you'll get it. Hey, monk. Are you in or not? Val and I pay 10 per notch. A new notch? Then I'm in. Stand up to my challenge. Translation: The speaker tells their son to keep blood on the blade and offers money for each notch. They challenge the monk to join them.