Stop the bus, violent J comes out, barrels to your chest   And blow your lungs out, motherfuck a fucking hick   I'll kick you in the mouth, swell your fucking lips up   You swallow them teeth when I do   And me and my boys will run a train on your Felma Lou      Then break her fucking back, goddamn bigots ain't all that   So, I'ma cut your brain out, reach in and pull your spine out   Welcome to the Carnival show, you're invited, you and your bitch Flo   And the wicked clowns gonna jack   Cut your lights off and if you crawl back      Don't step to the city folk, bitch, that's why you got your titties broke   So, get back on your ardvark   Don't let me see a bigot coming through Clark Park   Cut his neck with my good blade   Thirty four years old, still in the third grade      Yet speaking on others, look at your hootin' anny ass motherfucker   And your Billy bitch, hey, fuck both 'cha'll and your rebel flag   Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag   Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag   Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag      Been down South, you can't tell me, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly   Uncle Willy, acting nilly   Old bitch cooking up viddles, that fuck on the porch playing the fiddle   You know I'd love to show you that ghetto style   Take you out back and throw you in the shit pile      Life in the inner city, I'd whip your ass, but you're all shitty and funky   Like the pigs you eat, picking that shit off them yellow feet   Don't step or so much as cough   Or I'ma shoot you in the back till your chest falls off      What you say ain't always hype   So, I'll slap you in the face with a lead pipe   Teach the kids what the pops taught you   And he's a funky-ass bigot too, fell short of the due respect   Don't speak when I slap you in your red neck      Fuck all that bullshit you stuck on   Get back on your mule and get the fuck on   Don't look back, or I'ma hit ya, take that redneck bitch out wit' ya   Spit on your rebel rag, so, fuck you and your rebel flag      Wilbur, I'ma cut his neck, Haus, I'ma break his back   Guber, I'ma stab his face, Jed, I'ma slit his throat   Wilbur, I'ma cut his neck, Haus, I'ma break his back   Guber, I'ma stab his face, Felma Lou, I'ma fuck her in the ass      Hillbillies listening down South, hillbillies listening down South      I'm up and I'm headed for the South   Fidna put a round of buckshot in your mouth   And blow the back of your fucking neck loose   Hillbillies run around like a headless goose      'Cuz you tried burning down my cross   That's ready racist hick named Haus   You sleep in the barn and you fuck your horse   Brick to the head, put you back on course, yeah      But ya 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 fucking horse   So put away your goddamn twine   'Cuz I'm a cut your pipe and take a little moonshine   Then drink it all up      Barrels to your face and blow your fucking head off   Keep on gunning '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 shit   Zip you up in the bag   And I'll shit on a motherfucking rebel flag   Yeah, shit on a rebel flag      Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag   Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag   Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag      Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag   Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag   Fuck your rebel flag, it ain't shit      Wilbur, I'm a cut his neck, Haus, I'm a break his back   Guber, I'm a stab his face, Jed, I'm a slit his throat   Wilbur, I'm a cut his neck, Haus, I'm a break his back      Guber, I'm a stab 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 back   Guber, I'ma stab that motherfucker in his bitch