[Rap DJ: “After Christopher Bollyn’s rap battle with Gordon Duff – Now we got Steve De’ak vs. some Channel 4 T.V. Programme Producer. DJ spin da music! Truther Epic Rap Battle begin!!”:]
Epic Rap Battle – Round 1: Steve De’ak vs. Channel 4 T.V. Producer
[Steve De’ak begins:]
DJ look what’s become of me
I’m in a rap battle with a ‘ho’ from T.V.
Fightin’ programme producers from Channel 4
‘cause ma ‘truther’ homies have all turned whore
So Channel 4, have ya got more?
I’m talking ‘bout your propaganda galore –
Bringin’ war from shore to shore
You’re wicked to the core
You make me snore
You’re such a bore – so very boring
Get outta here from this here boxin’ ring
‘cause I’m the world’s greatest, the king!
Yeah, I watched your U.K. T.V. show
Written by some military-industrial complex ‘ho’
I could barely stomach ten minutes of it
It was so full of $hit
Entitled: “What British Muslims Really Think”
That military ‘ho’ really did cook up a stink
Wink, wink, ya better not blink
Before ya miss total reality
Better let ‘em Muslims be
You’re now dealin’ with me
I’m a gonna chew ya up and spit ya out for tea
I’ll be doin’ it for free with glee
And Tony Rooke’s havin’ ma T.V. licence fee
As I take ya to court –
For the war mongering propaganda that ya bought
You’ve been caught, ya rotten wart!
Yeah, we ‘truthers’ like to rap battle in dodgy places
But I ain’t never seen so many screwed up faces
Like those from your dark ‘n’ seedy “survey places” –
Worse than any gangsta underground sewer of stink
As ya look to find a pseudo rat that’ll tell ya what Muslims think
You’re like the missing link of evolving worms coloured pink
I bet ya never met a real Muslim in your life
You wouldn’t even know one if she were your wife
You’re destroyin’ the circle of life
Ma truth’s gonna cut ya like a knife!
I’m bringing ya some misery ‘n’ strife
‘Cause your former Chair of Equality
Is full of baloney
He’s ‘Human Rights Commission’
Is on a mission to destroy
Like a demented school boy
Trevor Phillips I’m callin’ you out!
Don’t make me scream ‘n’ shout!
Crawl out from the woodwork and learn your lesson
I’m rap battlin’ ya now for fun
Where did ya get the results of your ‘survey’?
Ya wanna play?
You’re lying that most Muslims still sympathise with terror
Terrible Trevor your lies are stupid and weak
So stop playin’ hide ‘n’ seek
With your fake “war on terror” world so bleak
In this more enlightened age, you’re sounding like a freak
I’m so ashamed of you
‘cause ya haven’t got a clue
With your “slam, bam, damn, I hate Islam”
You’re soundin’ like some bigoted ole gran
Like a werewolf devouring a lamb
Grow up and learn to be a man!
Tell your fellow Channel 4 Producer whores
To stop feeding terror and wars
Like some evil Satan Claws
You stupid satanic Elf
You’re shuttin’ so many doors on yourself
I’m here to help you expand your mind
Even if I’m now forced to deal with your kind
Let’s rewind to a time when you were colour-blind
And truly respected diversity
Like when ya showed a Plane Crash Test on T.V.
That show was really rather good
It was right up ma street, in ma ‘hood
It was better than ma rap battle with Dr. Judy Wood
I hope you’ll do another “Plane Crash Test” with me
This time, with real scientific impartiality
Perhaps with an intelligent Muslim like Professor Jim Al-Khalili
He’s got an OBE and sips tea in the queen’s gallery
‘cause Her Royal Majesty is secretly a Muzzie
Who loves every Iraqi
‘Cause she’s fed up with fake Christianity and Freemasonry
See’s just discovered her real family tree
And she’s a direct descendant of Muslim humanity –
Not of reptilian aliens, or of an E.T.
She’s now tryin’ to rescue her grandson Harry
From being Kissinger’s “dumb stupid animal” in the military
So where’s your patriotic loyalty?
We’re callin’ for greater Truther unity!
Let’s face it; your T.V. programmes can’t get any worse –
Alienating every human being that’s not funded by some ‘ho’s purse
Work with me, before I start to curse
Quick doctor get ‘em a nurse!
Channel 4 is dying
With nothing to bring but a ‘ho’s N.W.O. trashy bling
Their next show is: “Trevor ‘n’ military presstitutes havin’ a fling”
Am a gonna make ‘em sing
Lock ‘em all up in the prison psycho wing
This here’s a rap – Time’s up, ding-a-ling-a-ling!
[Channel 4 T.V. Producer replies:]
Steve De’ak your rap battle’s whack
Best take all that crap back
Blah, blah, blah, hoop-a-dee-do-dah
I love Muzzie Iraq
Ya must be smokin’ crack
I ain’t listenin’ to a word ya said
‘cause ya clearly gone ‘n’ lost your head
I’m surprised you even watch T.V.
You’ve got the attention span of a flea
Thinkin’ you’re a star singing “Let it be…”
Please don’t hurt the Muzzie
Be friends with Professor Jim Al-Khalili
From Iraq –
What the hell are ya getting at?
It’s not me that’s Islamophobic
So sick, your brain’s made out of brick
Are you really that thick?
Our survey says the Muzzie secretly loves the military
Especially when they get really bloody in their country
They’re so full of apathy and complicity
I’m just trying to wake ‘em all up
‘Cause their drinkin’ far too much from the devil’s cup
They’re a sitting duck
Waitin’ for some phantom messiah
Just to give him a flyer
Sayin’ come watch a movie –
It’s a remake of “Silence of the Lambs”
A parody called “Silence of the Islams”
With sadistic Muzzies killin’ their own
Allowing NeoCons to destroy their every home
Even the Pope’s goin’ queasy –
With more sympathy than the average Muzzie
Especially from oil-rich Saudi
Who’s turnin’ a blind eye to every refugee!
You’re talkin’ about human evolution
I’m tryin’ to start a revolution –
To turn you maggots into real men and women
I’m like a fox chasin’ a hen
Back into its pen
Before an asteroid comes and hits ya from heaven
‘cause chickens are comin’ home to roost
So better give your brains a boost
You’re tryin’ to unite ‘truthers’-
Good luck with that
You’ve got more chance befriending mouse with cat,
Or fire with water
They’re in it for the slaughter
Killing their own – from mother, father, son to daughter
Truther’s wouldn’t unite even if their lives depended on it
Wait a minute; their lives DO depend on it
They still don’t give a $hit!
Quit playin’ the Muslim Mahdi
With your Plane Crash Test dream to achieve unity
The needs of the 1% few far outweigh those of humanity
Forget Science, or Philosophy
‘cause you’ve got as much scientific objectivity as my T.V.
So tell ‘em somethin’ they don’t already know about me:
Yeah, I do produce propaganda on the telly
Yeah, it does turn your minds to jelly
I am a military-industrial complex whore
I do love war
I do love Gordon Duff and all his V.T. stuff
And his Maryland spankers who like to play rough
I’ll still take all ya mother ‘truthers’ on
An’ ship ya all to The Don
So he can make ya all sick
With his anti-Muslim rhetoric
And build a wall miles wide ‘n’ thick
Even the Gog and Magog won’t get over it
This here’s Prison Planet, you’re in da crazy wing
In the land of the blind, da one-eyed man is king
Ma noodle is caboodle, cock-a-doodle
I’ve got screws loose
Ya wanna go crazy with us?
Don’t ya know we’re loco?
Well if ya gotta go, ya gotta go
But I like you –
That’s why I didn’t wanna be the one ya commit suicide to
‘cause I know somethin’ about you
Yes little homie, yes I do!
Listen up everyone!
Steve ain’t a gangsta, he’s just messin’ with ya
He ain’t nothin’ but a good ole Jew
And he studied at a posh school too
With a happy marriage, good wealth ‘n’ health
He said it himself
He’s an open book on a shelf
And he wants ya all to love the flyin’ dajjal donkey
With his “9/11 Plane Crash Test” study
To help the U.S. military
I ain’t endorsing your Crash Test project
‘cause jet planes are just plain wrong!
I’d rather climb Twin Towers like King Kong
“In a world full of people only some want to fly
Isn’t that crazy?” –
That line’s from Seal’s “Crazy” song
So move along, ‘nothing to see here
Nothin’ but more crazy ass fear!
You’re lucky this is prime-time T.V.
So I’m watchin’ ma vocabulary
YOU let it be, don’t point the finger at me
‘cause I know what it’s like to be truly free
And I’m still sayin’ chuck the ‘free’ world
Chuck the 9/11 Crash Test! Chuck this rap battle!
You’re all crazy sheeple cattle
Rattle ‘n’ roll
I ain’t fallin’ down your rabbit hole!
[Who won? You decide. Who’s next?]