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Tytuł: Your Rebel Flag

  • Wykonawca: Insane Clown Posse
  • Wy¶wietleń: 228

  
  
  Stop the bus Violent J comes out
  Barrels to your chest and blow your lungs out
  Mother fucker fuckin hick
  I kick ya in the mouth
  Sew your fuckin' lips up
  You swallow them teeth when I do
  And me and my boys'll run a train on your Thelma Lou
  Then break her fuckin back
  Goddamn biggots ain't all that
  So I'ma cut your brain out
  Reach in and pull your spine out
  Welcome to the Carnival show
  Your invited, you and your bitch Flo
  And the wicked clowns gonna check
  Cut your legs off and 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 biggot commin' through Clark Park
  Cut his neck with my good blade
  34 years old, still in the third grade
  Yes, pickin' on others--Look at your hootinanny ass mother fucker
  And your billy bitch
  Hey---Fuck both ya'll ...
  And your Rebel flag
  
  CHORUS 1:
  Fuck your Rebel flag! (Fuck your Rebel flag)
  Fuck your Rebel flag! (Fuck your Rebel flag)-(Fuck your Rebel Flag!)
  Fuck your Rebel flag! (Fuck your Rebel flag)
  Fuck a Rebel flag! (Fuck your Rebel flag)
  
  Been down south, you can't tell me
  Hill billy hill billy hill billy
  Uncle Willy acting nilly
  Old bitch cooking up vittles
  Then fuck on the porch, playing a fiddle
  You know I'd love to show you that ghetto style
  Take you out back, throw you in a shit pile
  Life in the inner city
  I'd rip your ass, but you all shitty and funky
  Like the pigs you eat
  Pickin' that shit off them yellow feet
  Don't stop to so much as cough
  Or I'ma shoot ya in the back till your chest falls off
  What you say ain't always hype
  So I slap you in the face with a lead pipe
  Teachin kids what pops taught you
  And he's a funky ass biggot too
  Fell short of the due respect
  Don't speak when I slap ya 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 or I'ma hit ya
  Take that red neck bitch out with ya
  Spit on your Rebel rag, so fuck you and your Rebel flag!
  
  CHORUS 2:
  Wilber (I'ma cut his neck)
  Hass (I'ma break his back)
  Goober (I'ma stab his face)
  Jed (I'ma slit his throat)
  Wilber (I'ma cut his neck)
  Hass (I'ma break his back)
  Goober (I'ma stab his face)
  Thelma Lou (I'ma fuck her in her ass!)
  
  Hill....
  Hill billies listening down south
  Hill billies listening down south
  I'm up and I'm headin for the south
  Fixin to put a run of buck shot in your mouth
  And blow the back of your fuckin neck loose
  Hill billies run around like a headless goose
  Cuz you tried burning down my cross
  Thats way racist hatin and hass
  You sleep in the barn and you fuck your horse
  Brick to the head, put you back on corse
  Yeah----But you 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 rind in your racist ass quick
  The cool in the south team up with the north
  And blow that biggot off his fucking horse
  So put away your goddamn twan
  See I'ma cut your pipe and take a little moonshine
  Then drink it all up
  Barrels to your face and blow your fuckin head off
  Keep on gunnin' cuz of what they said
  Punk, I'll put a slug in your bald head
  Scalp a skinhead quick
  And your greasy-ass triple clan and shit
  And zip you up in a bag
  And I'll shit on a mother fuckin Rebel flag
  Yeah shit on a Rebel flag!!
  
  CHORUS 1
  CHORUS 2