Female ‘lyrical terrorist’ escapes jail

 

Naturally her apologists say she’s young and says silly things. Right. But she’s 23, a woman and not some silly kid. Frankly I believe the prosecution. Keep your eye on this slag.  The next bomb that goes BOOM just might be her.

1. Nah, her bomb whould go BOOM chakka chakka BOOM chakka chakka BOOM BOOM BOOM.

   Not that I’m any kind of lyricist, but it could fun remaking the DaVinyl’s “I Touch Myself” to suicide bomber verse ...

   Posted by Drew458       12/06/2007  at  12:23 PM  



2. Drew!!
   i just spewed tomato soup all over my keyboard after reading that comment. would you please hold thoughts like that to after say..5:00 p.m.???

   Posted by Rancino       12/06/2007  at  12:43 PM  



3. Drew - your wish is my command (Sung to the Tune ‘I Touch Myself’ by the Divinyls):

   I hate myself I want to hate you too
   When I feel down I want you to hate me
   I search myself I want you to never know me
   I hate myself I want to hate you too

   I won’t kill anybody else
   When I think about infidels I blow myself up
   Ooh I won’t kill anybody else oh yes, oh yes, oh yes

   You’re the one who makes me dream of massacres
   You’re the one who makes me want to kill
   When you’re around I’m always dreaming of massacres
   I want to make you dead

   I close my eyes and see you beheaded before me
   Think I would die if you were to actually see me
   A fool could see just how much I want to kill you
   I get down on my knees I pray to kill you

   I don’t want any infidel
   When I think about you I blow myself up
   Ooh I won’t kill anybody else
   Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes

   I want to kill you I won’t kill anybody else
   And when I think about you I blow myself up
   Ooh, ooh, oo, oo ahh

   I won’t kill anybody else when I think about you
   I blow myself up, ooh I won’t kill anybody else
   Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes

   

   Posted by wardmama4       12/06/2007  at  04:26 PM  



4. Ha ha! That’s great! The possibilities are endless ...

   My underwear is made out of C4
   The koran tells me I’m just a cheap whore
   Under this burkha I feel so slattery
   I’ve got my hands on the hot battery

   I really need to be a martyr
   I close the switch and there goes a fahtwah
   Seventy Two, to me it means nothin
   When I push down hard on this little red button

   I just want to kill the infidel
   When I press the button you’ll all go to hell
   Ooh I blast myself, ooh I blast myself
   Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

   Posted by Drew458       12/07/2007  at  09:15 AM  

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