Luyện nghe bài hát Your Rebel Flag

Stop the bus, violent J out, barrels to your chest
And your lungs out, motherfuck a fucking hick
I'll kick you in the mouth, swell your fucking 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 your brain out, reach in and pull your out
Welcome to the Carnival show, you're invited, you and bitch Flo
And the wicked clowns jack
Cut your lights off and if you crawl

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 bigot coming Clark Park
Cut his neck with my blade
Thirty four years old, still in the grade

Yet speaking on others, at your hootin' anny ass motherfucker
And your Billy bitch, hey, fuck both and your rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag, your rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag, 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 cooking up viddles, that on the porch playing the fiddle
You know I'd love to show you ghetto style
Take you out back and throw you in the pile

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

What you say always hype
So, I'll slap you in the with a lead pipe
Teach the kids what the taught you
And he's a funky-ass too, fell short of the due respect
speak when I slap you in your red neck

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

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

Hillbillies listening South, hillbillies listening down South

I'm up and I'm for the South
Fidna put a of buckshot in your mouth
And blow the back of your fucking loose
Hillbillies run around a headless goose

'Cuz you tried burning down my
That's ready racist hick 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 don't on you, the others will
Straight in the south won't have it
They put a round in racist ass quick
The in the south team up with the North

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

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

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

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

Wilbur, I'm a cut his neck, Haus, I'm a his back
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, 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 stab motherfucker in his bitch