Luyện nghe bài hát Your Rebel Flag

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

break her fucking back, goddamn bigots ain't all that
So, I'ma cut 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 your lights off and if you back

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

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

Been down South, you tell me, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly
Willy, acting nilly
Old bitch cooking up viddles, that fuck on the porch playing the
You know I'd to show you that ghetto style
Take you out back and throw you in the shit

Life in the inner city, I'd whip your ass, but you're all shitty and
Like the pigs you eat, picking that shit off them feet
step or so much as cough
Or I'ma you in the back till your chest falls off

What you say always hype
So, I'll slap you in the face a lead pipe
Teach the kids the pops 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 bullshit you stuck on
Get back on your and get the fuck on
Don't look back, or I'ma hit ya, take that redneck out wit' ya
Spit on your rebel rag, so, fuck you and your rebel

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

Hillbillies listening 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 fucking loose
run around like a headless goose

'Cuz you tried down my cross
That's ready racist named Haus
You sleep in the barn and you fuck horse
Brick to the head, put you on course, yeah

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

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

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

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

Fuck rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag
your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag, fuck 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 break his
Guber, I'm a stab his face, Jed, I'm a slit his
Wilbur, I'm a cut his neck, Haus, I'm a his back

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 stab that in his bitch