Stop the bus, violent j comes out
Barrels to your chest
And blow your lungs out
Motherf** a f**ing hick
I'll kick you in the mouth, swell your f**ing 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**ing 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**h flo
And the wicked clowns gonna jeck
Cut your lights off and if you crawl back
Don't step to the city folk
b**h, 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 hootnannya** motherf**er
And your billy b**h hey
f** both ya and your rebel flag
f** your rebel flag (8x)
"been down south you can't tell me"
Hillbilly hillbilly hillbilly
Uncle willy acting illy
Old b**h cooking up fiddles
That f** 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** pile
Life in the inner city
I'd whip your a**, but you're all sh**ty and funky
Like the pigs you eat
Picking that sh** 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-a** bigot too
Fell short other do respect
Don't speak when i slap you in your red neck
f** all that bullsh** you stuck on
Get back on your mule and get the f** on
Don't look back, i'm a hit ya
Take that red neck b**h out with ya
Spit on your rebel rags
So f** 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** her in the a**
"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**ing 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** 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 a** quick
The coolest south team up with the north
And blow that bigot off his f**ing 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**ing 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-a** triple klan ain't sh**
Zip you up in the bag
And i'll sh** on a motherf**ing rebel flag
Yeah sh** on a rebel flag
f** 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** her in the a**
I'm a stab that motherf**er in b**h ah!