East Coast Avengers - Kill Bill O'reilly lyrics

rate me

I wipe the dirt from my hands as I walk from your grave

Those ain't facts, those are lies in the statements you

Made

So we gotta get em get em

We gotta chill em chill em

We gotta get em get em

We gotta kill em kill em

You don't believe homeless vets exist? (Shut up)

You put a spin on everything like the Exorcist

You a lying coward, lost soul, most statements you make

Are not so

That's how chicken hawks roll

I find the fact that you a Fox News asshole

Ironic cause you never been in a foxhole

I hope that you rot slow, you and your talk show

No Spin Zone, that's a vertigo inferno

Fire and brimstone, we seeing all your neo-con bullshit

Fuck a pressroom, you want the president pulpit

I cringe at your right-wing lunatic fringe

There's no elegant speech to shelter beliefs

Hate dominates like the Celts in the east

Michelle Malkin wants to snitch like you're telling

Police

She oughta be shot, they gotta be stopped

Infrared to Bill O'Reilly's head, that's the key spot

I'm not a violent man but actually your blasphemy

Is badgering me to blast you and your factual

Inaccuracy

Naturally, media matters to me so we gotta

Shut down Fox News, that's the way it has to be

Dear Bill, I'd like you to get your mouth off that

Conservative cock

Long enough to sit and talk it out

Scratch that, let's backtrack, I'll stalk your house

Knock you out, gag your mouth, drag you out, thought

This out

I wanna hurt you, immerse you in torture

Fuck making fun of you in punch lines

I'd rather kill your family in front of you by lunch

Time

A one lock execution at sunshine

It's crunch time? Let's take it to the front line

Bless the union of marriage? Oh that's classic

Dick in your hand making phone calls to Andrea Mackris

You got it backwards, phone sex leading to threats

To get her flat up on your mattress is as sick as

The list of adjectives put upon your favourite

Actresses in your book

No spin, so grim, you borderline rapist, sexist, racist

Makeshift talking head celebrity that need a facelift

I transcribed all your lies till my dome was sore

Separated all your letters like an underscore

I'm in your driveway like "Bill O, what you running

For?"

You want beef but you'd never send your son to war

That's my favourite reason but I got a hundred more

You a political prostitute, a money whore

Your ass is upper class saying that you come from poor

Backgrounds

You need to get smacked down with guns galore

Or something more hardcore, slasher flick, mashed to

Bits

Scatter your chitter chatter is littered with little

That matters

You mad hatter blabbering on, I'm deadpan steady-handed

Kill you on a webcam body battered till I got red hands

And leave trail of dead fam (aha, damn)

That's a Youtube number one download

Dump you at the end of your town's road

Or hang you like Benito Mussolini if the ground's cold

You're the worst person on the planet, credit yourself

You mutilate a nominee now you edit yourself

Plus your lawsuit proves it, Bill, you read it yourself

You're a sick man, you're better off deading yourself

Pan left, maximum carnage like Grand Theft

Pan right, see the mic through the antichrist chest

O'Reilly get to shanking, he's a liar, falsifier

And I'm a wolf out for his blood till he retires