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East Coast Avengers - Kill Bill O'reilly lyrics
[Chorus]
 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
[Verse 1: Esoteric]
 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
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Trademarc]
 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 sunshineEast Coast Avengers - Kill Bill O'reilly - http://motolyrics.com/east-coast-avengers/kill-bill-oreilly-lyrics.html
 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
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Esoteric]
 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
[Verse 4: Trademarc]
 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
[Chorus]
[Verse 5: Esoteric]
 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











