Insane Clown Posse (ICP)
Insane Clown Posse (ICP) - Rebel Flag lyrics
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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]