Your Rebel Flag Lyrics
| Song | Your Rebel Flag |
| Artist | Insane Clown Posse |
| Album | Carnival Of Carnage |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bruce, Utsler | |
| Stop the bus, violent | |
| J comes out, barrels to your chest | |
| And blow your lungs out, mother**** a ****ing hick | |
| I'll kick you in the mouth, swell your ****ing lips up | |
| You swallow them teeth when | |
| I doAnd me and my boys will run a train on your | |
| Felma LouThen break her ****ing 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 | |
| FloAnd 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 mother****er | |
| And your Billy bitch, hey, **** both 'cha'll and your rebel flag | |
| **** your rebel flag, **** your rebel flag, **** your rebel flag | |
| **** your rebel flag, **** your rebel flag, **** your rebel flag | |
| **** your rebel flag, **** your rebel flag | |
| Been down | |
| South, you can't tell me, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly | |
| Uncle Willy, acting nilly | |
| Old bitch cooking up viddles, that **** 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 | |
| **** all that bullshit you stuck on | |
| Get back on your mule and get the **** on | |
| Don't look back, or | |
| I'ma hit ya, take that redneck bitch out wit' ya | |
| Spit on your rebel rag, so, **** 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 **** her in the ass | |
| Hillbillies listening down | |
| South, hillbillies listening down | |
| SouthI'm up and | |
| I'm headed for the | |
| SouthFidna put a round of buckshot in your mouth | |
| And blow the back of your ****ing neck loose | |
| Hillbillies run around like a headless goose' | |
| Cuz you tried burning down my cross | |
| That's ready racist hick named | |
| HausYou sleep in the barn and you **** 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 | |
| NorthAnd blow that bigot off his ****ing 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 ****ing 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 mother****ing rebel flag | |
| Yeah, shit on a rebel flag | |
| **** your rebel flag, **** your rebel flag | |
| **** your rebel flag, **** your rebel flag | |
| **** your rebel flag, **** your rebel flag | |
| **** your rebel flag, **** your rebel flag | |
| **** your rebel flag, **** your rebel flag | |
| **** 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 **** her in the ass | |
| Wilbur, I'm a cut his neck, | |
| Haus, I'm a break his back | |
| Guber, I'ma stab that mother****er in his bitch |
| zuo ci : Bruce, Utsler | |
| Stop the bus, violent | |
| J comes out, barrels to your chest | |
| And blow your lungs out, mother a ing hick | |
| I' ll kick you in the mouth, swell your ing lips up | |
| You swallow them teeth when | |
| I doAnd me and my boys will run a train on your | |
| Felma LouThen break her ing 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 | |
| FloAnd 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 mother er | |
| And your Billy bitch, hey, both ' cha' ll and your rebel flag | |
| your rebel flag, your rebel flag, your rebel flag | |
| your rebel flag, your rebel flag, your rebel flag | |
| your rebel flag, your rebel flag | |
| Been down | |
| South, you can' t tell me, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly | |
| Uncle Willy, acting nilly | |
| Old bitch cooking up viddles, that 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 funkyass bigot too, fell short of the due respect | |
| Don' t speak 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 look back, or | |
| I' ma hit ya, take that redneck bitch out wit' ya | |
| Spit on your rebel rag, so, 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 her in the ass | |
| Hillbillies listening down | |
| South, hillbillies listening down | |
| SouthI' m up and | |
| I' m headed for the | |
| SouthFidna put a round of buckshot in your mouth | |
| And blow the back of your ing neck loose | |
| Hillbillies run around like a headless goose' | |
| Cuz you tried burning down my cross | |
| That' s ready racist hick named | |
| HausYou sleep in the barn and you 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 | |
| NorthAnd blow that bigot off his ing 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 ing 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 mother ing rebel flag | |
| Yeah, shit on a rebel flag | |
| your rebel flag, your rebel flag | |
| your rebel flag, your rebel flag | |
| your rebel flag, your rebel flag | |
| your rebel flag, your rebel flag | |
| your rebel flag, your rebel flag | |
| 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 her in the ass | |
| Wilbur, I' m a cut his neck, | |
| Haus, I' m a break his back | |
| Guber, I' ma stab that mother er in his bitch |
| zuò cí : Bruce, Utsler | |
| Stop the bus, violent | |
| J comes out, barrels to your chest | |
| And blow your lungs out, mother a ing hick | |
| I' ll kick you in the mouth, swell your ing lips up | |
| You swallow them teeth when | |
| I doAnd me and my boys will run a train on your | |
| Felma LouThen break her ing 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 | |
| FloAnd 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 mother er | |
| And your Billy bitch, hey, both ' cha' ll and your rebel flag | |
| your rebel flag, your rebel flag, your rebel flag | |
| your rebel flag, your rebel flag, your rebel flag | |
| your rebel flag, your rebel flag | |
| Been down | |
| South, you can' t tell me, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly | |
| Uncle Willy, acting nilly | |
| Old bitch cooking up viddles, that 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 funkyass bigot too, fell short of the due respect | |
| Don' t speak 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 look back, or | |
| I' ma hit ya, take that redneck bitch out wit' ya | |
| Spit on your rebel rag, so, 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 her in the ass | |
| Hillbillies listening down | |
| South, hillbillies listening down | |
| SouthI' m up and | |
| I' m headed for the | |
| SouthFidna put a round of buckshot in your mouth | |
| And blow the back of your ing neck loose | |
| Hillbillies run around like a headless goose' | |
| Cuz you tried burning down my cross | |
| That' s ready racist hick named | |
| HausYou sleep in the barn and you 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 | |
| NorthAnd blow that bigot off his ing 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 ing 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 mother ing rebel flag | |
| Yeah, shit on a rebel flag | |
| your rebel flag, your rebel flag | |
| your rebel flag, your rebel flag | |
| your rebel flag, your rebel flag | |
| your rebel flag, your rebel flag | |
| your rebel flag, your rebel flag | |
| 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 her in the ass | |
| Wilbur, I' m a cut his neck, | |
| Haus, I' m a break his back | |
| Guber, I' ma stab that mother er in his bitch |
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