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Textes et Paroles de Kill Bill O'Reilly




[Chorus]I wipe the dirt from my hands as I walk from your graveThose ain't facts, those are lies in the statements you madeSo we gotta get em get emWe gotta chill em chill emWe gotta get em get emWe gotta kill em kill em[Verse 1: Esoteric]You don't believe homeless vets exist? (Shut up)You put a spin on everything like the ExorcistYou a lying coward, lost soul, most statements you make are not soThat's how chicken hawks rollI find the fact that you a Fox News assholeIronic cause you never been in a foxholeI hope that you rot slow, you and your talk showNo Spin Zone, that's a vertigo infernoFire and brimstone, we seeing all your neo-con bullshitFuck a pressroom, you want the president pulpitI cringe at your right-wing lunatic fringeThere's no elegant speech to shelter beliefsHate dominates like the Celts in the eastMichelle Malkin wants to snitch like you're telling policeShe oughta be shot, they gotta be stoppedInfrared to Bill O'Reilly's head, that's the key spotI'm not a violent man but actually your blasphemyIs badgering me to blast you and your factual inaccuracyNaturally, media matters to me so we gottaShut down Fox News, that's the way it has to be[Chorus][Verse 2: Trademarc]Dear Bill, I'd like you to get your mouth off that conservative cockLong enough to sit and talk it outScratch that, let's backtrack, I'll stalk your houseKnock you out, gag your mouth, drag you out, thought this outI wanna hurt you, immerse you in tortureFuck making fun of you in punch linesI'd rather kill your family in front of you by lunch timeA one lock execution at sunshineIt's crunch time? Let's take it to the front lineBless the union of marriage? Oh that's classicDick in your hand making phone calls to Andrea MackrisYou got it backwards, phone sex leading to threatsTo get her flat up on your mattress is as sick asThe list of adjectives put upon your favourite actresses in your bookNo spin, so grim, you borderline rapist, sexist, racistMakeshift talking head celebrity that need a facelift[Chorus][Verse 3: Esoteric]I transcribed all your lies till my dome was soreSeparated all your letters like an underscoreI'm in your driveway like Bill O, what you running for?You want beef but you'd never send your son to warThat's my favourite reason but I got a hundred moreYou a political prostitute, a money whoreYour ass is upper class saying that you come from poor backgroundsYou need to get smacked down with guns galore[Verse 4: Trademarc]Or something more hardcore, slasher flick, mashed to bitsScatter your chitter chatter is littered with little that mattersYou mad hatter blabbering on, I'm deadpan steady-handedKill you on a webcam body battered till I got red handsAnd leave trail of dead fam (aha, damn)That's a Youtube number one downloadDump you at the end of your town's roadOr hang you like Benito Mussolini if the ground's cold[Chorus][Verse 5: Esoteric]You're the worst person on the planet, credit yourselfYou mutilate a nominee now you edit yourselfPlus your lawsuit proves it, Bill, you read it yourselfYou're a sick man, you're better off deading yourselfPan left, maximum carnage like Grand TheftPan right, see the mic through the antichrist chestO'Reilly get to shanking, he's a liar, falsifierAnd I'm a wolf out for his blood till he retires

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