Dude this is his personal shit just leave Gibson alone!

Tape 2 , released July 13, 2010 O: Yes. M: Stay on this phone and don’t hang up on me, I can, I have plenty of energy to drive over there. You understand me? (Screaming) And I will! So just -blam!-ing listen to me! Listen to my -blam!-ing ranting! Listen to what you do to me! O: I didn’t do anything to you. M: (garbled) you in the ass! O: You are ruining my life. M: You make my life so -blam!-ing difficult. O: Well, you know what it’s … M: If you’d be a woman who -blam!-ing supports me instead of a woman who sucks from me and just -blam!-ing sucks me dry, and whines, and whines. (Unintelligible screaming) this relationship if you’re a good woman and you love me! I don’t believe you anymore! O: What am I, what did you … M: I’m sick of your bullshit! Has any relationship ever worked with you? Nooo! O: Listen to me. You don’t love me, because somebody who loves does not behave this way. M: Shut the -blam!- up. I know … (cross-talking) because I know absolutely that you do not love me and you treat me with no consideration. O: One second. One second. Can I please speak? M: I loved you because I treated you with every kindness, every consideration, you rejected, you will never be happy. -blam!- you! Get the -blam!- away from me. But my daughter is important. All right? Now, you have one more chance, and I mean it. Now -blam!-ing go if you want, but I will give you one more chance. (panting) You make me wanna smoke, you -blam!-ed my day up, you care about yourself … O: You are so selfish. M: I’ve been so -blam!-ing good to you, you -blam!-ing try to destroy me. O: I didn’t do anything. I did not do anything. This is your selfish imagination. That’s all. M: (screaming) Shut the -blam!- up! You should just -blam!-ing smile, and blow me! ‘Cause I deserve it! O: I’m, I’m sleeping with the baby, I’m waking up every two hours, I fell asleep because I was waiting for you, because you weren’t ready to go to Jacuzzi as we agreed. M: Who the -blam!- cares, we agreed nothing. You agreed, you just -blam!-ing expect shit. Go out to the goddamn Jacuzzi, go and -blam!- the -blam!-ing Jacuzzi, it’s a thing. You have no -blam!-ing soul! O: I don’t blame you for anything! M: And my daughter’s screaming (cross-talking) you have no -blam!-ing soul. You can’t give a -blam!- (panting) I left my wife because we had no spiritual common ground. You and I have none! Zero! You won’t even -blam!-ing try. (hyperventilating) You don’t care. You don’t care. O: You just enjoy insulting me, that’s all. M: -blam!- you, I so -blam!-ing do, because you hurt me so bad. O: I didn’t do … I don’t … M: You insult me with every look, (garbled) every -blam!-ing heartbeat you selfish harpy. O: I did not do anything, and I apologized for nothing. M: What? What?! O: Stop it. M: You apologized for nothing? You’re a dishonest -blam!-! Because you need to apologize for a reason. O: I wanted to peace. I wanted to have peace. M: Keep peace. O: Because you are unbalanced! M: Well it’s not good enough for me, and instinctively, I feel that. And I will not be patronized by you, and your -blam!-ing dishonesty and apologizing, you apologize because you know you’re wrong. O: You need medication! M: That’s all I’ll accept. And if you will not -blam!-ing admit that, get the -blam!- out! I will make your goddamn life miserable. O: You need medication. M: What?! What?! O: You need medication. M: I need a woman! Not a -blam!-ing little girl with a -blam!-ing dysfunctional -blam!-. I need a -blam!-ing woman. (panting) I don’t need medication. You need a -blam!-ing bat in the side of the head. All right? How ’bout that? You need a -blam!-ing doctor. You need a -blam!-ing brain transplant. You need a -blam!-ing, you need a -blam!-ing soul. I need medication. I need someone who treats me like a man, like a human being. With kindness, who understands what gratitude is, because I -blam!-ing bend over backwards with my balls in a knot to do it all for her and she gives me shit, like a -blam!-ing sour look or says I’m mean. Mean? What the -blam!- is that? This is mean! Get it? You get it now? What mean is? Get it? (panting) You -blam!-ing don’t care about me. I’m having a hard time, and you -blam!-ing yank the rug, you bitch, you -blam!-ing selfish bitch. (panting) Don’t you dare hang up on me.” O: I can’t listen to this anymore. M: You hang up, I’m coming over there. O: I’ll call the police. M: What? O: I’ll call the police. M: You -blam!-ing -blam!-. I’m coming to my house. You’re in my house, honey. O: Yes, but you, honey, don’t call me honey. You just … M: (screaming) You’re in my house! So I’ll call the police and tell them there’s someone in my house. How ’bout that? O: You can do that. That’s fine. M: -blam!- you. I don’t, I don’t involve the police in anything because I can stand up for myself. You, you weak -blam!-, you call the -blam!-ing cops. O: Then I will go to Alyssia’s right now. M: Why don’t you -blam!- off to that -blam!- bitch Alyssia’s. She was -blam!-ing making eyes at me, she’d have sucked me in five seconds. Take that one up with her. I was trying to spare your goddamn feelings! She’d have blown me in five seconds, she’s not your friend. You don’t have any -blam!-ing friends except for me. And you treat me like shit. So that’s why you’re so -blam!-ing angry, because I don’t have any friends and I try to make one for you and you treat me like shit. And you -blam!-ing use me. The career is over, and boy when I said that you lit out of here faster than I’ve ever seen you before and now you’ll be at Alyssia’s place. You just showed me what you are. Absolutely, unequivocally … O: I don’t care if you don’t spend another penny … M: -blam!-ing perfect, I believe it now … O: Listen, listen … M: (cross-talk) …flaunt your ass … O: Listen to me, Mel. M: What? O: I don’t give a damn if you don’t spend another penny on me. M: Oh yes you do because (unintelligible, both of them yelling) … O: I’m just fearing for the life of my daughter. M: … you’ll find some other -blam!-er to pay for you. O: Listen to me, listen to me. M: Then leave, -blam!-, bitch, golddigger, -blam!-, whore. And that’s what you are. O: Listen. M: And you have just proved it. You got out of here in record time. O: (yelling) Because I’m saving my life, and I’m saving daughter’s life. That’s what I’m doing. I don’t give a damn about my music, and I don’t give a damn if you spend another penny, I’m saving her life. M: (garbled) … awful angry … O: You almost killed us, did you forget? M: (making fake crying noises) The last three years have been a -blam!-ing gravy train for you. O: (angry) You were hitting a woman with a child in her hands. You. What kind of a man is that? Hitting a woman when she’s holding a child in her hands? Breaking her teeth, twice, in the face, what kind of man is that?” M: (sarcastically) Mmm, ooh, you’re all angry now … O: You’re going to get to, you know what? M: You -blam!-ing deserved it. O: You’re going to answer, one day, boy, you’re going to answer. M: Huh? O: There. M: What, what? What are you threatening me? O: Nothing, nothing. I’m not the one to threaten. M: I’m threatening, I’ll put you in a -blam!-ing rose garden, you -blam!-. You understand that? ‘Cause I’m capable of it. You understand that? Get a -blam!-ing restraining order. For what? What are you going to get a restraining order for? For me being drunk and disorderly? For hitting you? For what?

He seems... mad.