Luyện nghe bài hát Your Rebel Flag

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

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

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

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

Been down South, you tell me, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly
Uncle Willy, acting
Old bitch up viddles, that fuck on the porch playing the fiddle
You know I'd love to show you that ghetto
Take you out back and throw you in the 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
step or so much as cough
Or I'ma shoot you in the back your chest falls off

What you say always hype
So, I'll slap you in the face a lead pipe
Teach the kids what the pops you
And he's a funky-ass bigot too, fell of the due respect
Don't speak I slap you in your red neck

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

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

listening down South, hillbillies listening down South

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

'Cuz you burning down my cross
That's ready hick named Haus
You sleep in the barn and you 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
folks in the south won't have it
They put a round in racist ass quick
The cool in the south up with the North

And that bigot off his fucking horse
So put your goddamn twine
'Cuz I'm a cut your pipe and take a moonshine
Then it all up

to your face and blow your fucking head off
Keep on gunning 'cuz of they said
Punk, I'll put a in your bald head
a skinhead quick

And your ass triple Klan ain't shit
Zip you up in the bag
And I'll shit on a rebel flag
Yeah, shit on a flag

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

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

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

Guber, I'm a stab his face, Felma Lou, I'm a 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