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Rebel flag Lyrics

Rebel flag by Icp  

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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 lip
Then break her f**king 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 b**ch Flo
And the wicked clowns gonna jeck
Cut your lights off and if you crawl back
Don't step to the city folk
b**ch, 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 motherf**ker
And your Billy b**ch hey
f**k both ya and your rebel flag
f**k your rebel flag (8x)
"Been down south you can't tell me"
Hillbilly hillbilly hillbilly
Uncle Willy acting illy
Old b**ch cooking up fiddles
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 sh*t pile
Life in the inner city
I'd whip your ass, but you're all sh*tty and funky
Like the pigs you eat
Picking that sh*t 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
f**k all that bullsh*t you stuck on
Get back on your mule and get the f**k on
Don't look back, I'm a hit ya
Take that red neck b**ch out with ya
Spit on your rebel rags
So f**k 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 f**k 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 f**king 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 f**k 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 f**king 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 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-ass triple Klan ain't sh*t
Zip you up in the bag
And I'll sh*t on a motherf**king rebel flag
Yeah sh*t on a rebel flag
f**k 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
Thelma Lou - I'm a f**k her in the ass
I'm a stab that motherf**ker in b**ch



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