Stop the bus, Violent J comes out
Barrels to your chest and blow your lungs out
Mother f**er f**in hick
I kick ya in the mouth
Sew your f**in' 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**in 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 b**h 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**h 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 a** mother f**er
And your billy b**h
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 Willy acting nilly
Old b**h 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 sh** pile
Life in the inner city
I'd rip your a**, but you all sh**ty and funky
Like the pigs you eat
Pickin' that sh** 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 bullsh** 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**h out with ya
Spit on your Rebel rag, so f** you and your Rebel flag! CHORUS 2:
Wilber (I'ma cut his neck)
Ha** (I'ma break his back)
Goober (I'ma stab his face)
Jed (I'ma slit his throat)
Wilber (I'ma cut his neck)
Ha** (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**in neck loose
Hill billies run around like a headless goose
'cause you tried burning down my cross
that's way racist hatin and ha**
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
'cause 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**ing 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 f**in head off
Keep on gunnin' 'cause 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 sh**
And zip you up in a bag
And I'll sh** on a mother f**in Rebel flag
Yeah sh** on a Rebel flag!! CHORUS 1
CHORUS 2