Follow Lyrics

Your Rebel Flag

Song	Your Rebel Flag
Artist	Insane Clown Posse
Album	Carnival Of Carnage

Lyrics

	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

Pinyin

	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