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Insane Clown Posse

"Your Rebel Flag"

[Verse 1: Violent J]
Stop the bus, Violent J comes out
Barrels to your chest and blow your lungs out
Mother f*ck a f*ckin hick
I kick ya in the mouth
Sew your f*ckin' lips up
You swallow them teeth when I do
And me and my boys'll run a train on your Thelma Lou
Then break her f*ckin back
Goddamn bigots ain't all that
So I'mma cut your brain out
Reach in and pull your spine out
Welcome to the Carnival show
Your invited, you and your b*tch Flo
And the wicked clowns gonna check
Cut your legs off and and if you crawl back
Don't step to the city folk- b*tch that's why you got your titties broke
So get back on your aardvark
Don't let me see a bigot comin' through Clark Park
Cut his neck with my good blade
34 years old, still in the third grade
Yes, pickin' on others--Look at your hootenanny ass mother f*cker
And your billy b*tch
Hey---f*ck both ya'll ...
And your Rebel flag

f*ck your Rebel flag! (f*ck your Rebel flag)
f*ck your Rebel flag! (f*ck your Rebel flag)-(f*ck your Rebel Flag!)
f*ck your Rebel flag! (f*ck your Rebel flag)
f*ck a Rebel flag! (f*ck your Rebel flag)

[Verse 2: John Kickjazz]
Been down south, you can't tell me
Hillbilly hillbilly hillbilly
Uncle Willy acting nilly
Old b*tch cooking up vittles
Then f*ck on the porch, playing a fiddle
You know I'd love to show you that ghetto style
Take you out back, throw you in a sh*t pile
Life in the inner city
I'd rip your ass, but you all sh*tty and funky
Like the pigs you eat
Pickin' that sh*t off them yellow feet
Don't stop to so much as cough
Or I'mma shoot ya in the back till your chest falls off
What you say ain't always hype
So I slap you in the face with a lead pipe
Teachin kids what pops taught you
And he's a funky ass bigot too
Fell short of the due respect
Don't speak when I slap ya in your red neck
f*ck all that bullsh*t you stuck on
Get back on your mule and get the f*ck on
Don't look back or I'mma hit ya
Take that red neck b*tch out with ya
Spit on your Rebel rag, so f*ck you and your Rebel flag!

Wilber (I'ma cut his neck)
Hass (I'ma break his back)
Goober (I'ma stab his face)
Jed (I'ma slit his throat)
Wilber (I'ma cut his neck)
Hass (I'ma break his back)
Goober (I'ma stab his face)
Thelma Lou (I'ma f*ck her in her ass!)

[Verse 3: Shaggy 2 Dope]
Hillbillies listening down south
Hillbillies listening down south
I'm up and I'm headin for the south
Fixin to put a run of buck shot in your mouth
And blow the back of your f*ckin neck loose
Hillbillies run around like a headless goose
Cuz you tried burning down my cross
That's that ready racist hick named Hoss
You sleep in the barn and you f*ck your horse
Brick to the head, put you back on course
Yeah----But you know I chill
Cuz if I don't flex on you the others will
Straight folks in the south won't have it
They put a round in your racist ass quick
The cool in the south team up with the north
And blow that bigot off his f*cking horse
So put away your goddamn twine
See I'mma cut your pipe and take a little moonshine
Then drink it all up
Barrels to your face and blow your f*ckin head off
Keep on gunnin' cuz of what they said
Punk, I'll put a slug in your bald head
Scalp a skinhead quick
And your greasy-ass triple Klan ain't' sh*t
And zip you up in a bag
And I'll sh*t on a mother f*ckin Rebel flag
Yeah sh*t on a Rebel flag!!


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