Rebel Flag Lyrics

Stop the bus, Violent J comes out 
Barrels to your chest 
And blow your lungs out 
Motherfuck a fucking hick 
I'll kick you in the mouth, swell your fucking lips up 
You swallow them teeth when I do 
And me and my boys will run a train on your Felma lip 
Then break her fucking back 
Goddamn bigots ain't all that 
So I'm a 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 jeck 
Cut your lights off and if you crawl back 
Don't step to the city folk 
Bitch, that's how 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 
Yes, speaking on others 
Look at your hootnannyass motherfucker 
And your Billy Bitch hey 
Fuck both ya and your rebel flag 
Fuck your rebel flag (8x) 
"Been down south you can't tell me" 
Hillbilly hillbilly hillbilly 
Uncle Willy acting illy 
Old bitch cooking up fiddles 
That fuck 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 ass, 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'm a shoot you in the back until your chest falls off 
What you say ain't always hype 
So I'm a slap you in the face with a lead pipe 
Teach the kids what pops taught you 
And he's a funky-ass bigot too 
Fell short other do respect 
Don't speak when I slap you in your red neck 
Fuck all that bullshit you stuck on 
Get back on your mule and get the fuck on 
Don't look back, I'm a hit ya 
Take that red neck bitch out with ya 
Spit on your rebel rags 
So fuck you and your rebel flag 
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 
Felma Lou - I'm a fuck her in the ass 
"Hillbillies listening down south" 
I'm up and I'm headed for the south 
Finna blow a round of buck shot in your mouth 
And blow the back of your fucking neck loose 
Hillbillies run a rhyme like a headless goose 
Cuz you try burning down my cross 
That's ready racist hick named Haus 
You sleep in the barn and you fuck your horse 
Break to the head, put your back on coarse, yeah 
But ya know I chill 
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 ass quick 
The coolest south team up with the north 
And blow that bigot off his fucking horse 
So put away your goddamn twine 
Cuz I'm a cut your pipe and take a little moonshine 
And drink it all up 
Barrels to your face and blow your fucking 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-ass triple Klan ain't shit 
Zip you up in the bag 
And I'll shit on a motherfucking rebel flag 
Yeah shit on a rebel flag 
Fuck your rebel flag... 
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 
Felma Lou - I'm a fuck her in the ass 
I'm a stab that motherfucker in bitch ah!