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 kick you in the mouth, swell your fucking up
You swallow them teeth I do
And me and my boys run a train on your Felma Lou

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hillbillies listening down South, listening down South

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

'Cuz you tried burning my cross
ready racist hick named Haus
You sleep in the and you fuck your 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
Straight folks in the won't have it
put a round in your racist ass quick
The cool in the south up with 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 your fucking head off
Keep on gunning 'cuz of what they
Punk, I'll put a slug in bald head
a skinhead quick

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

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

your rebel 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 his back
Guber, I'm a his face, Jed, I'm a slit his throat
Wilbur, I'm a cut his neck, Haus, I'm a his back

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