Entitled "Kill Bill O'Reilly," the piece actually advocates the murder of "The Factor" host, as well as a similar fate for Michelle Malkin.
Included in the number are recordings of media members such as Keith Olbermann making disparaging remarks about O'Reilly, as well as a couple of lyrics that seem to suggest the authors of this filth read the leftwing website Media Matters which coincidentally spends a great deal of time transcribing the Fox star's words.
As this is some really vile detritus, full lyrics come below the fold, and readers are highly cautioned to enter at their own risk (audio available here, h/t Hot Air):
(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 dead em dead em we gotta kill em kill em
(verse 1- esoteric)
you don't believe homeless vets exist,
you put a spin on everything like the exorcist,
you're a lying coward, lost soul,
most statements you make are not so
that's how chickenhawks roll,
i find the fact that you a fox news asshole,
ironic cuz you never been in no foxhole,
i hope that you rot slow
you and your talk show, no spin zone that's a vertical inferno
fire and brimstone, we seeing all your neo-con bullshit
f**k a press room you want the pres at a pulpit
i cringe at your right wing lunatic fringe
no elegant speech just sheltered beliefs
hate dominates like the celts in the east
michelle malkin wants to snitch like you tellin' police
she oughtta be, shot, they gotta be, stopped
infrared for bill o'reilly's head that's a key spot
i'm not a violent man but actually your blasphemy is badgerin me'
to blast you for your factual inaccuracy
naturally, media matters to me
so we gotta shut down fox news, that's way it has to be
Stop the tape: media matters? Just a coincidence. As you'll see in an upcoming verse, maybe not:
(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 dead em dead em we gotta kill em kill em
(verse 2- trademarc)
dear bill, I’d like you to getcha mouth off
that conservative cock long enough to sit and talk
it out, scratch that, let’s backtrack I’ll stalk ya house knock u out drag out gag ya mouth dog it’s out, I wanna hurt you immerse you in torture
F**k make fun of you with punchlines
I’d rather kill ya family in front of you by lunchtime a one line execution in sunshine, Its crunchtime, let’s take it to the frontlines
Bless the union of marriage?
Oh that’s classic, d**k in your in your hand making phone calls to andrea mackris you got it backwards, phone sex leading to threats to get her flat up on ya mattress is as sick as the list adjectives put upon ya favorite actresses in your book, no spins so grim, you borderline rapist, sexist, racist makeshift talking head celebrity that needs a facelift
(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 dead em dead em we gotta kill em kill em
(verse 3- esoteric)
i transcribed all your lies til my thumb was sore
separated all your letters like an underscore
First a reference to "media matters," and then one to transcribing O'Reilly's words? Just a coincidence, or might these folks spend time at Media Matters?
i'm in your driveway like "billo what you runnin 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're a, political prostitute a money whore
your ass is upper class frontin like you come from poor
backgrounds you need to get smacked down with guns galore
(verse 3- trademarc)
or something more hardcore slasher flick bashed to bits, scattered ya chitter chatter is littered with little that matters
you mad hatter blabbering on, I’m dead pan,
steady handed kill you on a web cam, body battered til I got red hands, and leave a trail of dead fans,
that’s a youtube number one download
dump you at the end of your towns road
or hang you like Benito Mussolini if the ground’s cold
(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 dead em dead em we gotta kill em kill em
(verse 4/outro esoteric)
you’re the worst person on the planet credit yourself
you mutilated Malmedy, then you edit yourself
your lawsuit proves it man, you read it yourself
you’re a sick man, you’re better off deadin yourself
pan left, maximum carnage like grand theft
pan right, see the mic thru the antichrist’s chest
o’reilly gets a shankin, he’s a liar, falsifier and I’m a wolf out for his blood til he retires
All of the people in the media -- including the good folks at MSNBC -- that have helped develop this threesome's hatred for conservative journalists should be very proud of themselves.
Take a bow, Keith.
