Luyện nghe bài hát Your Rebel Flag

Stop the bus, violent J out, barrels to your chest
And blow lungs out, motherfuck a fucking hick
I'll kick you in the mouth, swell fucking lips up
You swallow teeth when I do
And me and my boys will run a on your Felma Lou

Then break her fucking back, goddamn bigots ain't all
So, I'ma cut your brain out, reach in and pull your out
to the Carnival show, you're invited, you and your bitch Flo
And the wicked gonna jack
Cut lights off and if you crawl back

Don't to the city folk, bitch, that's why you got your titties broke
So, get back on your
Don't let me see a coming through Clark Park
Cut his neck with my blade
Thirty years old, still in the third grade

Yet on others, look at your hootin' anny ass motherfucker
And Billy bitch, hey, fuck both 'cha'll and your rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag, fuck rebel flag
Fuck rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag
Fuck rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag

Been down South, you can't me, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly
Uncle Willy, acting
Old cooking up viddles, that fuck on the porch playing the fiddle
You I'd love to show you that ghetto style
Take you out and throw you in the shit pile

Life in the inner city, I'd whip your ass, but you're all shitty and
Like the pigs you eat, that shit off them yellow feet
Don't step or so as cough
Or I'ma shoot you in the back till your falls off

What you say ain't hype
So, I'll slap you in the with a lead pipe
Teach the what the pops taught you
And he's a funky-ass bigot too, fell short of the due
Don't speak when I slap you in your red

Fuck all that bullshit you on
Get back on your and get the fuck on
Don't look back, or hit ya, take that redneck bitch out wit' ya
Spit on your rebel rag, so, you and your rebel flag

Wilbur, I'ma cut his neck, Haus, I'ma break his
Guber, I'ma his face, Jed, I'ma slit his throat
Wilbur, I'ma cut his neck, Haus, I'ma break his
Guber, I'ma stab his face, Felma Lou, fuck her in the ass

Hillbillies listening down South, hillbillies down South

I'm up and I'm for the South
Fidna put a round of buckshot in mouth
And blow the back of your fucking neck
Hillbillies run around like a headless

'Cuz you tried burning my cross
That's ready racist hick Haus
You sleep in the and you fuck your horse
Brick to the head, put you back on course,

But ya know I chill 'cuz if I flex on you, the others will
Straight folks in the won't have it
They put a in your racist ass quick
The cool in the south up with the North

And blow that off his fucking horse
So put away your goddamn
'Cuz I'm a cut pipe and take a little moonshine
drink it all up

Barrels to your face and blow your head off
Keep on 'cuz of what they said
Punk, I'll put a slug in bald head
Scalp a skinhead

And your greasy ass triple Klan shit
Zip you up in the bag
And I'll on a motherfucking rebel flag
Yeah, shit on a flag

Fuck your flag, fuck your rebel flag
your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag, your rebel flag

Fuck your rebel flag, your rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag, fuck rebel flag
your rebel flag, it ain't shit

Wilbur, I'm a cut his neck, Haus, I'm a his back
Guber, I'm a stab his face, Jed, I'm a his throat
Wilbur, I'm a cut his neck, Haus, I'm a break his

Guber, I'm a his face, Felma Lou, I'm a fuck her in the ass
Wilbur, I'm a cut his neck, Haus, I'm a break his
Guber, I'ma that motherfucker in his bitch