Insane Clown Posse - Your Rebel Flag lyrics

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Insane Clown Posse - Your Rebel Flag lyrics

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