Great post!
Based on the video's you posted I found this.
The dual meaning Triad Claw (666) and/or Marrano (crypto-jew) hand gesture. I suspect he is referencing 666.
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He's "on the Square" (a Freemason)
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This video of "What's in my bag" is even more revealing. The scene I thought that was really shocking is how Davis describes the wickedly vile and sick 70's movie 'Salò' or a 100 days of Sodom' - He says "These Italian rich dudes get these kids from these villages and take them to this castle and have FUN with them...(laughs) It's really intense..it's one of the most craziest movies I've seen in my life."
This from Wiki describing the film.
The film focuses on four wealthy, corrupt Italian
libertines, in the time of the
fascist Republic of Salò (1943–1945). The libertines kidnap eighteen teenagers and subject them to four months of extreme violence, murder, sadism and sexual and mental
torture. The film explores the themes of
political corruption,
consumerism, capitalism,
nihilism,
morality, abuse of power,
social darwinism, sadism, sexuality and fascism.
What's equally bizarre is the comments on Youtube. Everyone is talking about how sweet and normal he is, yet no one comments on all the satanic sh!t he picked out in his bag!!??
The babysitter storyline becomes less and less believable when you go back and look at some of his early lyrics.
I'm pretty much convinced that Davis was abused by his parents and this was covered up. There are just too many references to that abuse fir it not to have happened.
These are the lyrics for All In The Family.
"All In The Family"
[Fred:] What's up with this fucking 'Ball Tongue' shit? (on original lyric's sheet)
[Jon:] All I needed was a Pepsi... (on orignal lyric's sheet)
[Fred:] You better shut the fuck up, punk. (on orignal lyric's sheet)
[Jon:] Whatever nigga... (on orignal lyric's sheet)
[Fred:] Say what, say what?
[Jon:] My dick is bigger than yours...
[Fred:] Say what, say what?
[Jon:] My band is bigger than yours...
[Fred:] Too bad I got your beans in my bag, stuck-up sucka',
Korny motherfucka'. Takin' over flows is the Limp pimp,
need a Bizkit to save this crew from Jon Davis.
I'm gonna drop a little east side skill, ya best step back 'cuz I'm 'a kill, I'm 'a kill.
So watcha thinking Mr. Raggedy man?
Doin' all you can to look like Raggedy Ann.
[Jon:] I'll Check you out punk, yes I know you feel it.
You look like one of those dancers from the Hanson video,
you little faggot ho. Please give me some shit to work with,
'cuz right now I'm all it kid, suck my dick kid, like your daddy did.
[Fred:] Who the fuck you think you're talking to??
[Jon:] Me.
[Fred:] I'm known for eatin' little whiny chumps like you.
[Jon:] Whatever.
[Fred:] All up in my face with that...
[Jon:] Are you ready?!?
[Fred:] But halitosis, is all you're rockin' steady. You little fairy, smelling all your flowers. Nappy hairy chest, look it's Austin Powers!
[Jon:] Yeah, baby!
[Fred:] I hear ya tweetin' on them fag-pipes clod, but you said it best, there's No Place To Hide.
[Jon:] What the fuck ya' sayin'? You're a pimp whateva', limp dick. Fred Durst needs to rehearse, needs to reverse what he's saying. Wannabe funk joke is what you're playin', rippin' up a bad counterfeit, fakin'! Plus your bills I'm paying, you can't eat that shit every day, Fred. Lay off the bacon.
[Fred:] Say what, say what? You better watch your fuckin' mouth, Jon.
[Chorus:]
[Jon:] So you hate me?
[Fred:] and I hate you!
[Jon:] You know what, you know what?
[Both:] It's all in the family.
[Jon:] I hate you!
[Fred:] and you hate me!
[Jon:] You know what, you know what?
[Both:] It's all in the family.
[Jon:] Look at you fool, I'm gonna fuck you up twice,
throwin' rhymes at me like, oh shit, Vanilla Ice.
Ya better run, run while ya can, you'll never fuck me up, Bisc Limpkit.
At least I got a phat, original band.
[Fred:] Who's hot, who's not?
[Jon:] You.
[Fred:] You best step back, Korn on the cob, you need a new job.
Time to take them mic skills back to the dentist, and buy yourself a new grill.
[Jon:] Fuck you.
[Fred:] You pumpkin pie, I'll jack-off in your eye.
Climbing shoots and ladders, while your ego shatters.
But you just can't get away.
[Jon:] Get a gay?
[Fred:] 'Cuz it's doomsday kid, it's doomsday.
[Chorus]
[Fred:] You call yourself a singer?
[Jon:] Yep.
[Fred:] You're more like Jerry Springer.
[Jon:] Oh cool!
[Fred:] Your favorite band is winger,
[Jon:] Winger?
[Fred:] and all you eat is Zingers.
You're like a Fruity Pebble, your favorite flag is rebel.
[Jon:] Yeeeeeehaaaaaa!!
[Fred:] It's just too bad that you're a fag, and on a lower level.
[Jon:] So you're from Jacksonville, kickin' it like Buffalo Bill.
Gettin' butt-fucked by your uncle Chuck,
while your sister's on her knees waitin' for your little peanut.
[Fred:] Wait, where'd ya get that little dance?
[Jon:] Over here.
[Fred:] Like them idiots in Waco,
you're burning up in Bako where your father had your mother,
your mother had your brother, it's just too bad your father's mad,
your mother's now your lover.
[Jon:] Come on hillbilly, can your horse do a fuckin' wheelie?
You love it down south, and boy, you sure do got a purdy mouth.
[Chorus]
[Jon:[ and I love you!
[Fred:] and I want you!
[Jon:] and I'll suck you!
[Fred:] and I'll fuck you!
[Jon:] and I'll butt-fuck you!
[Fred:] and I'll eat you!
[Jon:] and I lick your little dick motherfucker.
[Fred:] Say what? Say... what?
And in the track Dead Bodies Everywhere again he is referencing his father.
Come on, step inside, and you will realize
Tell me what you need, tell me what to be
What's your vision?
You'll see, what do you expect of me?
I can't live that lie
Hate!
I sing my words, I'm fucked at dealing
with your life's dead bodies everywhere
You
Really want me to be a good son why?
You make me feel like no one
Let me strip the plain, let me not give in
Free me of your life, inside my heart dies
Your dreams never achieved, don't lay that shit on me
Let me live my life
Hate!
I sing my words, I'm fucked at dealing
With your life's dead bodies everywhere
You!
Really want me to be a good son, why?
You make me feel like no one
You want me to be, something I can never ever be!
I sing my words, I thought that didn't
With your life's dead bodies everywhere
You!
Really want me to be a good son why?
You make me feel like no one
Dead bodies everywhere!
I really don't want to look any further into this band. It's too disturbing.