Luyện nghe bài hát Your Rebel Flag

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

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

step 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 my good blade
Thirty four old, still in the third grade

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

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

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

What you say ain't hype
So, I'll slap you in the face with a lead
Teach the kids what the taught you
And he's a bigot too, fell short of the due respect
Don't speak when I slap you in red neck

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

Wilbur, I'ma cut his neck, Haus, I'ma his back
Guber, stab his face, Jed, I'ma slit his throat
Wilbur, I'ma cut his neck, Haus, I'ma his back
Guber, I'ma 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 buckshot in your
And blow the back of your neck loose
Hillbillies run around like a headless

'Cuz you tried burning down my
That's ready hick named Haus
You sleep in the barn and you your horse
to the head, put you back on course, yeah

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

And blow that bigot off his horse
So put away goddamn twine
'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 gunning 'cuz of what said
Punk, put a slug in your bald head
a skinhead quick

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

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

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

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 break his

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