Luyện nghe bài hát Your Rebel Flag

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

Then break her fucking back, goddamn bigots all that
So, cut your brain out, reach in and pull your spine out
Welcome to the show, you're invited, you and your bitch Flo
And the wicked gonna jack
Cut your off and if you crawl back

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

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

Been South, you can't tell me, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly
Uncle Willy, acting
Old bitch up viddles, that fuck on the porch playing the fiddle
You know I'd to show you that 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
step or so much as cough
Or I'ma shoot you in the back till chest falls off

What you say ain't always
So, I'll slap you in the with a lead pipe
Teach the kids what the pops you
And he's a funky-ass bigot too, fell short of the due
Don't when I slap you in your red neck

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

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 stab his face, Lou, I'ma fuck her in the ass

Hillbillies down South, hillbillies listening down South

I'm up and I'm headed for the
Fidna put a of buckshot in your mouth
And blow the back of your fucking neck
Hillbillies run around like a goose

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 his back
Guber, I'ma that motherfucker in his bitch