Luyện nghe bài hát Your Rebel Flag

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

Then break her fucking back, goddamn bigots ain't all
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 your lights off and if you back

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

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

Been down South, you can't me, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly
Uncle Willy, nilly
Old bitch up viddles, that 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 yellow feet
Don't step or so much as
Or I'ma shoot you in the back till chest falls off

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

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

Hillbillies listening down South, hillbillies listening down

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your flag
Fuck your rebel flag, your rebel flag
Fuck 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 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 break his
Guber, I'ma stab motherfucker in his bitch