Insane Clown Posse - Rebel Flag lyrics

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!