Jean Noël René Clair

Hi boys! We had a fucking slick Nazi night! – Fucking hell yeah! We managed to snuff seven niggers! – Fuck yeah! Five with our fucking guns and two with our steel-capped boots. – So what’s your fucking kill-count, boys?

What’s the vibe, crew? Do we pay? – Fucking hell, no! We just smash the Kike’s head on the fucking counter and leave!

So what you say, boy? You wanna feel the buzz and go full chrome dome? – Fuck Tommy, the boy’s vibing in a different frequency! He doesn’t understand the fuck you’re spitballing!

Yeah! Berlin rocks! Last pic before we’re heading off to the fucking white power gig with our crew! – Fuck yeah! We’re horned up and ready to unleash pure 88 carnage, boys!

Fuck yeah! You’re right, bro! That poster is fucking cool! – Now we just need a coach and a fucking Swastika banner and this chill spot will give me total nest vibes!

Let’s milk the fucking cash cow and see how much paper we can get from this fucking bank blade. – Fuck yeah! Luckily the fucking ape gave us the right swipe code before we kicked his fucking scull to hell! - Hope we didn’t flatline the account when we bought the fucking horny rubber jeans, the new bomber jackets, the new Doc Martin boots… - and the fucking sniper rifles, bro!

No way! Fuck! You really kicked those illegal immigrants back there to hell, buddies? – Fuck yeah! It’s a fucking blast to kick defenseless fuckers to hell! It’s so fucking Nazi! Why don’t you carve your fucking crown buddy and join our Nazi skinhead gang? - Fucking hell! Can't wait! Let's go to my place and I'll shave my fucking scull! My buddies from the squad will report the fuckers as dead from natural causes!

Let’s show those stupid climate demonstrators real fucking global warming! Let’s throw our Molotov cocktails into the fucking crowd!

OK boys! We enter the fucking jungle-music club, and we march straight to the fucking stage. Then we kick to hell all the members of the fucking Ape-band and wreck their fucking instruments while roaring “Sieg Heil!” We’re gonna give the crowd a real Nazi show, buddies! And on our way out we use our blades and stab anyone that comes in our way! You got it, buddies? – Fucking hell yeah! – Let’s go!

Fucking hell! All the bros are coming! - Fuck they look horny! -  Oi oi, boys! What’s the score? You’re all horned up for the gig tonight? They say the NAZI EXECUTION SQUAD ‘s gonna smoke some fucking illegal wetbacks on stage! For real!

You saying these fucking bastards are the only ones left on the fucking planet, Tom? – Not quite, but the Fennec fox is an endangered species. – Fucking hell! You've also got your horny iron in your bomber, Chuck? Let’s smoke the fuckers! Just for the fucking rush!

Fuck yeah! I’m so fucking hyped for snatching one of these fucking wheels! Let’s go for a fucking wild Nazi ride, boys, and smash a machine to fucking scrap!

Strap in, we’re tearing through the slum’s veins tonight! - Fuck yeah, full throttle, no brakes. - Those tight streets will be a fucking Nazi war-zone crammed with bodies and chaos. - Fucking hell yeah! We’re not stopping for anyone. Ride or fucking die!

Hey dudes, ready to watch the stage bleed? We’re going to stomp loads of fucking illegals with our steel-capped boots! Step up and join the snuff action, boys, if you’re horny and up for a Nazi ride!

You down to run with us, buddy? We’ll forge you into a fucking hardcore Nazi skinhead! - That’s the fucking rush you’re chasing, yeah?

TINA TURNER