Luyện nghe bài hát Your Rebel Flag

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 redneck bitch out wit' ya
Spit on your rebel rag, so, fuck you and your rebel

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

Hillbillies listening South, hillbillies listening down South

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

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

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

And blow bigot off his fucking horse
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 blow fucking head off
Keep on gunning 'cuz of they said
Punk, I'll put a in your bald head
a skinhead quick

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

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

Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel
Fuck rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag
Fuck 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 his throat
Wilbur, I'm a cut his neck, Haus, I'm a his back

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 break his
Guber, I'ma stab that in his bitch