December 29, 2007 by Baron Bodissey |
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It’s often been pointed out that the Dutch politician Geert Wilders is being set up to be the next Pim Fortuyn. His anti-immigrant positions are construed to put him beyond the pale, consigning him to that twilight zone outside the boundaries of polite discussion.
When the time comes, and a Muslim or an anarchist takes it upon himself to solve the Wilders problem, it will be regrettable, even criminal, but hardly a surprise, given the man’s dangerous political proclivities…
The most recent step in the demonization of Geert Wilders is an obnoxious video made by immigrant rappers. One of our Flemish contacts has translated an article about the video, first giving us his introduction:
The most popular blog in the Netherlands, Geen Stijl picked up a new and really nasty threat against Geert Wilders today, related to his plans to make a film about the Koran. The threat is by the Moroccan rappers Youssef & Kamal. In the end of the video clip Wilders is symbolically beheaded.
And now the translation of yesterday’s Geen Stijl article (the text in square brackets is explanatory material inserted by the translator):
Youssef & Kamal hate Geert Wilders. Again.
The new video clip of Youssef & Kamal is out now. The skinny squeaking little voices you perhaps remember from the song “Cottonpicker” are gearing up a again for a bit more in this latest issue. Two years ago the duo attracted a lot of media attention with their hateful Wilders-rap which Uncle Geert immediately reported to the police. The kids with the hakbar beard [hakbar = a mixture of Allahu Akhbar and Hakkenbar, a shoe-repair shop] in their throat [as they say of adolescents] were scared off so much that they immediately “apologized” with a song called “Sorry”. Sorry. Useless apologies, because they continue to produce songs against Wilders. This can be seen in their freshly-published low-res video clip that was released today. The small blokes this time dragged out all the tools they could find. Threatening and waving with hammers, saws, knives and firearms. And at the end of the clip they suggest that they behead Wilders. Also “Appa”, now a celebrated and much in demand excuse rapper [excuus = an anti PC slander, meaning being cheered at only because of belonging to a minority, roughly equivalent to the American “token”], joins in very cosily in this tiny clip of this tiny club of AIVD-targets [AIVD = the Dutch intelligence service]. That’s again something to report to the police, Geert…
CLIP: Youssef & Kamal — Eindhoven Represent
I’m hoping to receive a translation of the lyrics of the “song”. As soon as I do, I’ll post them as an update.
[UPDATE - This was cross-posted from Gates of Vienna, but this update is solely for this website. Many kind readers offered translations here; we selected one rather than printing them all since they were essentially the same.
We generally try to keep posts and comments PG13, meaning we edit out bad language. In this case we have kept various curse words in the song because they are in context.
Additional commenters have directed us to this Geenstijl post stating this song is a hoax, meaning that it was somehow made by a non-Muslim. In my view, that excuses nothing if it is true; it just transfers the responsibility for this specific incitement to murder to the extreme left of Antifa and autonome culture. I disagree with the Geenstijl post's suggestion that we ...move along, nothing to see here folks...especially when that very post suggests that somehow Wilders is complicit in the creation of this song threatening him? Here's the (always painful) machine translation of the Geenstijl post from Google:
Eindhovuh the ghakste! The video Woensel Bitch, Kamal Youssef and goes like a razende the globe. So are you an anonymous rappend lafbekje in prachtwijk Woensel, and the next moment you are a wereldster on the Internet. The news travels fast. Read with it. Good for your Spanish, German, English and French. If you want to know more about the backgrounds of these kuch * * geplaagde kansenjongeren we refer to the magnificent piece of journalistic handiwork of Myrthe Hylkens in State Magazine, which includes revealing observations (per email!): "Ewa, he (Wilders - eds.) is a cancer-racist. Simple as that. He insulting the Moroccan community continuously. None respect. " MAARRR, dear people. You are all ingetuind. Youssef and Kamal do not exist. It's just a blank 20-year old Dutch ettertje (name and address to editors known) that the bunch brilliant runs f * cken. And Ome Geert again haarfijn who understood how the game should be played more. Browse people. Nothing at hand ...]
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Smile, je staat op Geenstijl!
Lyrics of the song ‘Woensel Bitch!’ by the wannabe, fake, 11 year old rappers Youssef & Kamal:
1st 11 year old ‘rapper:
Eind-ho-ven, woen-sel, mo-cros, baaaaa
*Some bullshit about ‘Eindhoven is the shit’*
Hey wa, I’m back from Vught, I was notorious, on the run, but now I’m relieved.
Fucking police make my life hell like a lemon, give me ??? like Ehsan Jami.
Our life is heavy as if we carry weight, keep quite friend or would you like glass in your face?
187 on a white policeman, Palestina neighbourhood where the jews run away from.
September 11 was made up here, with our terrorism America is slaughtered.
Woensel has ?????, all the chicks come here with their legs spread.
Next wanabe rapper:
Yes, we commit robberies with pleasure, Youssef, Kamal and I keep the money coming.
Crowbar in hand we keep searching for that safe (safe), *mocrocan bullshit* on your moms.
** Gaza gets pulled from the stores, beware for your life, motherfuckers I shoot you dead, Geert Wilders I break your legs.
I take your life, I take you with me to the below, I eat from your ?? so forget about begging.
Kamal calls me and says ‘come to gassation’, so I ?? and walk to gasstation.
Pull my knife and ??? kill ??? and back to Woensel because the cops come.
Music stops, a van pulls up somewhere in Woensel and a bunch of these retards jump out and start screaming sencelessly.
All at once:
Woensel Bitch! The Gazastrip of Eindhoven!
Woensel Bitch! From *streetname* to Vlughthoven?
Woensel Bitch! Hustle here hustle there!
Woensel Bitch! Maroccans mean danger!
3rd retard:
*Bullshit*, Youssef is back!
Slide over, because this is Fouad.
Vaartbroek, Vlughthoven, Lurnbeek and Densvoort ((all streetnames)),
Woensel motherfuckings in the building (just like it should).
I am that real Maroccan, that means nobody that can beat me.
*bullshit again, which I can’t translate because it’s Maroccan*
Kruisstraat, Europalaan ((streetnames)), that’s where we are from.
Cutting and Vaarbroek, *** is my name.
Gaze is here, so your locker is in danger.
Hustle here, Hustle there, *bullshit*.
4th, even dumber rapper who puts up a lower voice to mask his young age:
I come in like a truck, look how I wheel this fucking hard song in.
Eindhoven, Woensel, Mocro’s go there, Vaartbroek 180cc, go fast!
Look how we go topspeed through the streets, on the hunt for money, or a microwave-oven. Or a plasma-Tv, or jewels, or a safe.
Or carkeys, *something Maroccan*.
Youssef the animals call me the fighter, if Youssef came you need stitches.
Bang, bang, bang, Youssef beats you to death, and if I am tired I stab you in the head.
Woensel Bitch!
Woensel Bitch! From *streetname* to Vlughthoven?
Woensel Bitch! Hustle here hustle there!
Woensel Bitch! Maroccans mean danger!
Woensel Bitch! The Gazastrip of Eindhoven!
Woensel Bitch! From *streetname* to Vlughthoven?
Woensel Bitch! Hustle here hustle there!
Woensel Bitch! Maroccans mean danger!
*The same retard from the start of the song screams some bullshit again, they show a Geert Wilders lookalike, they yell ‘Allah Hakbar! and slit his stroat*
What a situation!! What to do against these evil practices? (da real Willem Heitinga, with the code ±#$&_%$#%&_678)
We just read on Geenstijl that it was all a hoax. The maker of this “masterpiece” is a 20-year old fullblooded white Dutch guy. A tempest in a tea-pot!
Altavista translation (with some help from Yours Truly): Eindhoven the Craziest! The video Woensel Bitch van Youssef and Kamal proceeds is circling the globe. Thus one day you are an anonymously rapping little coward in beautiful district Woensel, and the next day you are a big shot on the Internet. The news travels with lightspeed. Read with us for a moment on these international websites. Brush up your Spanish, German, English and French. In case you want to learn more about the background of these *wink-wink* battered low-opportunity youngsters, we would like to point you toward the wonderful piece of journalistic handywork from Myrthe Hylkens published in State Magazine, in which she makes revealing observations (through email!) like: “Ewa, he (Wilders, Ed.) is a cancer-racist”. As simple as that. He offends the Moroccan community ongoing. No respect. BUT, kind people. You have all been fooled. Youssef and Kamal do not exist. It is simply a white 20-one year old Dutch little punk (name and address are known with the Editor) that the affair runs brilliantly at f*cken. And uncle Geert who subtle understands how the game must be played further. Move on, people. Nothing the matter….
Please notice, the lyrics are written by 14 and 15 year old immigrants from Marocco who most probably never attended school. I’m translating the lyrics directly. Any grammar that isn’t making sense in the song, isn’t making sense to us (the dutch) either.)
(Woensel is a ‘district’ in the city of Eindhoven)
Eindhoven woensel mocros
whaaa
Eindhoven is the shit, and only Eindhoven!
I’m back from Vught. (Prison in Holland) Was on the on run but I’m relieved now. Fucking police is making my life sour like we are lemon.
Give me a chair next to <>.
Our life is though like we are weight.
Keep your distance from us, or do you want glass in your face?
187 on a white policeman, Palestinian neighborhood where the police runs away.
11 September has been created here (Woensel).
Because of our terrorisation (his words not mine) , America has been slaughtered.
Woensel has the biggest density (of something, couldn’t make out what.)
All the girls come here with their legs spread wide open.
Yeah, we commit those OV’tjes (OV = Overval = robbery) with pleasure.
I stay in those newsgroups (He might as well said something else, couldn’t make out exactly what he said)
Crowbar in my hand (Half-life 2 anyone?) I look for those plusoes (I don’t know what a plusoe is. His words not mine.)
<> I ping your mothers.
<> is robbing your from you life. Geert Wilders I’m breaking your legs.
I take away your life, I take you down. I’m going to chain you up, so don’t forget to ask for mercy.
<> calls me up and says ‘come to the gas station’.
I’m sick but still, I go to the gas station.
I pull my knife and stab the clerk <>
At this point the delivery van bit shows, and I don’t have the foggiest of what they’re saying.
(chorus)
Woensel Bitch, the gallow of Eindhoven. Woensel bitch, from Wendel to Eindhoven. (2 dutch places)
Woensel bitch, woensel here, woensel there. Woensel bitch, Moroccans are <>
(end chorus)
Yousef is back, go out of my way, because this is my act.
<> Woensel motherfuckers in the building.
I am the real Moroccan, No one that dares to defeat beat me. (No, he didn’t use a comma in his speech. It was said just like this.)
<> kruisstraat, kerstraat is where we come from.
We cut in Varenbroek, Tisji is the name. Gaza (referring to the Gaza area) is there, so your locker isn’t safe.
Woensel here, woensel there, woensel is dangerous.
I come in like driving my car trough the front of your home.
Look how i fucking steal this awesome song. (Referring to the song he is singing…)
Woensel is there, 180cc is how it goes! (With the 180cc he is referring to his Scooter, a way of transport commonly used by Moroccans. If you can’t afford a nice looking car, you buy one of those)
Peddle to the metal trough the streets. Looking out for money or a microwave/oven combination. (Yes, he said that)
Or a plasma screen, or jewels, or a safe, or car keys. <>
My name is <> they call me the fighter. If yousef came by then they need to stitch people up.
Pap, pap, pap Yousef knocks you dead, and if I’m tired I’m stabbing you in your head.
Repeat chorus. (lol)
<>
(End of song)
Hooray for liberal Holland, eh?
http://taz.de/blogs/meineguete/2007/12/29/geert-wilders-film-kehle-durch/
See above site for a post with the english translation of the song.
You’re welcome! 
It’s a hoax.
Check the facts, please.
moehahahaha. It was all a HOAX, yes you fell for it too
Like the guys above said… It’s a Hoax…
To earlier commenters: learn some Arabic if you find Muslims so incredibly interesting. Your English could use some work as well.
Wahid (as in ‘wahid citroen’) = one
Gataar (as in ‘marokkanen zijn gataar’) = dangerous
Floes (as in ‘floes skoepen’) = money
Marhabba (the only word i can make out when the kids jump out of the van) = welcome
Hasjish…well you guess that one.
Walllah (as in ‘180 cc wallah!) = I swear by allah, probably meant to be ironic in this context
Malish = colloquial expression meaning something like ‘whatever’
While you’re at it, develop a friggin sense of humor. Hoax or not, this is clearly meant to be a joke. Personally, I find it quite funny :-). BTW, this ain’t the first time these guys are at it. They made an earlier song called ‘De kelder’ in which they threathened to kill Wilders. They have also insulted an/or threatened to kill (in random order) black rappers (Negativ), magicians (Hans Kazan), deformed comedians (Jan Jaap van der Wal/lijkt op kernafval) and other maroccan rappers (Raymzter). I mean: who really gives a flying frack?