Rebel flag

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]