Kill Bill O'Reilly (Dirty) - East Coast Avengers

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 kill em kill 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 with 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 favorite 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 favorite 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, scattered

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 gets a shanking, he’s a liar, falsifier

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