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icp insane clown posse – rebel flag lyrics

stop the bus, violent j comes out
barrels to your chest and blow your lungs out
mother f-cker 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
godd-mn biggots ain’t all that
so i’ma 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 t-tties broke
so get back on your ardvark
don’t let me see a biggot commin’ 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 hootinanny -ss mother f-cker
and your billy b-tch
hey—f-ck both ya’ll …
and your rebel flag

[chorus 1:]
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)

been down south, you can’t tell me
hill billy hill billy hill billy
uncle w-lly 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 -ss, 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’ma 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 -ss biggot 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’ma hit ya
take that red neck b-tch out with ya
spit on your rebel rag, so f-ck you and your rebel flag!

[chorus 2:]
wilber (i’ma cut his neck)
h-ss (i’ma break his back)
goober (i’ma stab his face)
jed (i’ma slit his throat)
wilber (i’ma cut his neck)
h-ss (i’ma break his back)
goober (i’ma stab his face)
thelma lou (i’ma f-ck her in her -ss!)

hill….
hill billies listening down south
hill billies 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
hill billies run around like a headless goose
cuz you tried burning down my cross
that’s way racist hatin and h-ss
you sleep in the barn and you f-ck your horse
brick to the head, put you back on corse
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 rind in your racist -ss quick
the cool in the south team up with the north
and blow that biggot off his f-cking horse
so put away your godd-mn twan
see i’ma 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–ss triple clan and 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!!

[chorus 1]
[chorus 2]

- icp insane clown posse lyrics

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