I GOT ONE!

You fell for the oldest trick in the book: a goddamn white woman. With that Flavor of Love Deelishis donkey booty, gatdammit, you fell for it! Ya gatdamn babboon-lipped jigaboo sumbitch over there lickin' ya gatdamn chops, thinkin' ye was gon' slide in her gatdamn DMs Well, I tell ya what. It ain't a white woman! It's a white man! Right here. And right now. In America. Gatdammit, go 'head, put that gat damn Mandingo dick back in yer gatdamn pants. You over there rubbin' that head on that sumbitch, thinkin' you was gon' get off on one. On my white woman. My PAWG. Gatdammit, not here, not ever. Gatdammit, ya done already beat down the gat damn walls in most of our white women. The only gatdamn wall ya need to worry about buildin' is the gatdamn one in Mexico. 'Cause right here and right now, I got ya, dead ta gatdamn rights!

Something that a NY Mobster might tell a reporter when he knows that his time is limited. He's done some really outrageous shit to other gangsters, and as a result, he is a dead man. Like a moth caught on a hot light, he knows it's wrong, but the danger gives him such a charge that he really has ceased to care. A guy in this position would say this and really mean it.