Stop the bus, Violent J comes out
Barrels to your chest and blow your lungs out
m************ f***** hick
I kick ya in the mouth
Sew your f*****' 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 f***** back
g****** 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 b**** Flo
And the wicked clowns gonna check
Cut your legs off and and if you crawl back
Don't step to the city folk-
b**** that's why you got your
t****** 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 a** m************
And your billy b****
Hey---f*** both ya'll ...
And your Rebel flag
[Chorus 1:]
f*** your Rebel flag! (f*** your Rebel flag)
f*** your Rebel flag! (f*** your Rebel
flag)-(f*** your Rebel Flag!)
f*** your Rebel flag! (f*** your Rebel flag)
f*** a Rebel flag! (f*** your Rebel flag)
Been down south, you can't tell me
Hill billy hill billy hill billy
Uncle w**** acting nilly
Old b**** cooking up vittles
Then f*** 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 s*** pile
Life in the inner city
I'd rip your a**, but you all s***** and funky
Like the pigs you eat
Pickin' that s*** 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 a** biggot too
Fell short of the due respect
Don't speak when I slap ya in your red neck
f*** all that bullshit you stuck on
Get back on your mule and get the f*** on
Don't look back or I'ma hit ya
Take that red neck b**** out with ya
Spit on your Rebel rag, so f***
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 f*** her in her a**!)
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 f***** 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 f*** 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 a** quick
The cool in the south team up with the north
And blow that biggot off his f****** horse
So put away your g****** twan
See I'ma cut your pipe and take a little moonshine
Then drink it all up
Barrels to your face and blow your f***** 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-a** triple clan and s***
And zip you up in a bag
And I'll s*** on a mother f***** Rebel flag
Yeah s*** on a Rebel flag!!
[Chorus 1]
[Chorus 2]
Barrels to your chest and blow your lungs out
m************ f***** hick
I kick ya in the mouth
Sew your f*****' 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 f***** back
g****** 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 b**** Flo
And the wicked clowns gonna check
Cut your legs off and and if you crawl back
Don't step to the city folk-
b**** that's why you got your
t****** 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 a** m************
And your billy b****
Hey---f*** both ya'll ...
And your Rebel flag
[Chorus 1:]
f*** your Rebel flag! (f*** your Rebel flag)
f*** your Rebel flag! (f*** your Rebel
flag)-(f*** your Rebel Flag!)
f*** your Rebel flag! (f*** your Rebel flag)
f*** a Rebel flag! (f*** your Rebel flag)
Been down south, you can't tell me
Hill billy hill billy hill billy
Uncle w**** acting nilly
Old b**** cooking up vittles
Then f*** 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 s*** pile
Life in the inner city
I'd rip your a**, but you all s***** and funky
Like the pigs you eat
Pickin' that s*** 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 a** biggot too
Fell short of the due respect
Don't speak when I slap ya in your red neck
f*** all that bullshit you stuck on
Get back on your mule and get the f*** on
Don't look back or I'ma hit ya
Take that red neck b**** out with ya
Spit on your Rebel rag, so f***
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 f*** her in her a**!)
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 f***** 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 f*** 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 a** quick
The cool in the south team up with the north
And blow that biggot off his f****** horse
So put away your g****** twan
See I'ma cut your pipe and take a little moonshine
Then drink it all up
Barrels to your face and blow your f***** 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-a** triple clan and s***
And zip you up in a bag
And I'll s*** on a mother f***** Rebel flag
Yeah s*** on a Rebel flag!!
[Chorus 1]
[Chorus 2]