Stop the bus, Violent J comes out
Barrels to your chest and blow your lungs out
Mother $#&@er $#&@in hick

I kick ya in the mouth
Sew your $#&@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 $#&@in back
!@%& 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 (*##$ Flo
And the wicked clowns gonna check
Cut your legs off and and if you crawl back

Don't step to the city folk- (*##$ that's why you got your !@%$ 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 $$# mother $#&@er

And your billy (*##$
Hey---$#&@ both ya'll ...
And your Rebel flag


[CHORUS 1:]
$#&@ your Rebel flag! ($#&@ your Rebel flag)

$#&@ your Rebel flag! ($#&@ your Rebel flag)-($#&@ your Rebel Flag!)
$#&@ your Rebel flag! ($#&@ your Rebel flag)
$#&@ a Rebel flag! ($#&@ your Rebel flag)


Been down south, you can't tell me
Hill billy hill billy hill billy

Uncle Willy acting nilly
Old (*##$ cooking up vittles
Then $#&@ 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 %#@! pile
Life in the inner city

I'd rip your $$#, but you all %#@!ty and funky
Like the pigs you eat
Pickin' that %#@! 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 $$# biggot too

Fell short of the due respect
Don't speak when I slap ya in your red neck
$#&@ all that bull%#@! you stuck on

Get back on your mule and get the $#&@ on
Don't look back or I'ma hit ya
Take that red neck (*##$ out with ya

Spit on your Rebel rag, so $#&@ 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 $#&@ her in her $$#!)


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 $#&@in 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 $#&@ 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 $$# quick
The cool in the south team up with the north
And blow that biggot off his $#&@ing horse
So put away your !@#$ twan
See I'ma cut your pipe and take a little moonshine

Then drink it all up
Barrels to your face and blow your $#&@in 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-ass triple clan and %#@!
And zip you up in a bag
And I'll %#@! on a mother $#&@in Rebel flag
Yeah %#@! on a Rebel flag!!


[CHORUS 1]
[CHORUS 2]