Your Rebel Flag

Stop the bus, violent J comes out, barrels to your chest And blow your lungs out, motherf**k a f**king hick I'll kick you in the mouth, swell your f**king lips up You swallow them teeth when I do And me and my boys will run a train on your Felma Lou Then break her f**king back, goddamn bigots ain't all that So, I'ma cut your brain out, reach in and pull your spine out Welcome to the Carnival show, you're invited, you and your bitch Flo And the wicked clowns gonna jack Cut your lights off and if you crawl back Don't step to the city folk, bitch, that's why you got your titties broke So, get back on your ardvark Don't let me see a bigot coming through Clark Park Cut his neck with my good blade Thirty four years old, still in the third grade Yet speaking on others, look at your hootin' anny a*s motherf**ker And your Billy bitch, hey, f**k both 'cha'll and your rebel flag f**k your rebel flag, f**k your rebel flag, f**k your rebel flag f**k your rebel flag, f**k your rebel flag, f**k your rebel flag f**k your rebel flag, f**k your rebel flag Been down South, you can't tell me, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly Uncle Willy, acting nilly Old bitch cooking up viddles, that f**k on the porch playing the fiddle You know I'd love to show you that ghetto style Take you out back and throw you in the shit pile Life in the inner city, I'd whip your a*s, but you're all shitty and funky Like the pigs you eat, picking that shit off them yellow feet Don't step or so much as cough Or I'ma shoot you in the back till your chest falls off What you say ain't always hype So, I'll slap you in the face with a lead pipe Teach the kids what the pops taught you And he's a funky-a*s bigot too, fell short of the due respect Don't speak when I slap you in your red neck f**k all that bullshit you stuck on Get back on your mule and get the f**k on Don't look back, or I'ma hit ya, take that redneck bitch out wit' ya Spit on your rebel rag, so, f**k you and your rebel flag Wilbur, I'ma cut his neck, Haus, I'ma break his back Guber, I'ma stab his face, Jed, I'ma slit his throat Wilbur, I'ma cut his neck, Haus, I'ma break his back Guber, I'ma stab his face, Felma Lou, I'ma f**k her in the a*s Hillbillies listening down South, hillbillies listening down South I'm up and I'm headed for the South Fidna put a round of buckshot in your mouth And blow the back of your f**king neck loose Hillbillies run around like a headless goose 'Cuz you tried burning down my cross That's ready racist hick named Haus You sleep in the barn and you f**k your horse Brick to the head, put you back on course, yeah But ya know I chill 'cuz if I don't flex on you, the others will Straight folks in the south won't have it They put a round in your racist a*s quick The cool in the south team up with the North And blow that bigot off his f**king horse So put away your goddamn twine 'Cuz I'm a cut your pipe and take a little moonshine Then drink it all up Barrels to your face and blow your f**king head off Keep on gunning 'cuz of what they said Punk, I'll put a slug in your bald head Scalp a skinhead quick And your greasy a*s triple Klan ain't shit Zip you up in the bag And I'll shit on a motherf**king rebel flag Yeah, shit on a rebel flag f**k your rebel flag, f**k your rebel flag f**k your rebel flag, f**k your rebel flag f**k your rebel flag, f**k your rebel flag f**k your rebel flag, f**k your rebel flag f**k your rebel flag, f**k your rebel flag f**k your rebel flag, it ain't shit Wilbur, I'm a cut his neck, Haus, I'm a break his back Guber, I'm a stab his face, Jed, I'm a slit his throat Wilbur, I'm a cut his neck, Haus, I'm a break his back Guber, I'm a stab his face, Felma Lou, I'm a f**k her in the a*s Wilbur, I'm a cut his neck, Haus, I'm a break his back Guber, I'ma stab that motherf**ker in his bitch