Stop the bus, Violent J comes out  Barrels to your chest and blow your lungs out  Mother fucker fuckin hick  I kick ya in the mouth  Sew your fuckin' 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 fuckin back  Goddamn 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 bitch Flo  And the wicked clowns gonna check  Cut your legs off and 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 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 ass mother fucker  And your billy bitch  Hey---Fuck both ya'll ...  And your Rebel flag    [CHORUS 1:]  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 a Rebel flag! (Fuck your Rebel flag)    Been down south, you can't tell me  Hill billy hill billy hill billy  Uncle Willy acting nilly  Old bitch cooking up vittles  Then fuck 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 shit pile  Life in the inner city  I'd rip your ass, but you all shitty and funky  Like the pigs you eat  Pickin' that shit 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 ass biggot too  Fell short of the due respect  Don't speak when I slap ya 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 red neck bitch out with ya  Spit on your Rebel rag, so fuck you and your Rebel flag!    [CHORUS 2:]  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 fuck her in her ass!)    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 fuckin neck loose  Hill billies run around like a headless goose  Cuz you tried burning down my cross  Thats way racist hatin and hass  You sleep in the barn and you fuck 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 ass quick  The cool in the south team up with the north  And blow that biggot off his fucking horse  So put away your goddamn twan  See I'ma cut your pipe and take a little moonshine  Then drink it all up  Barrels to your face and blow your fuckin 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 clan and shit  And zip you up in a bag  And I'll shit on a mother fuckin Rebel flag  Yeah shit on a Rebel flag!!    [CHORUS 1]  [CHORUS 2]