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Stop the bus, Violent J comes out
Barrels to your chest
And blow your lungs out
Motherfk a fking hick
I'll kick you in the mouth, swell your fking lips up
You sw*llow them teeth when I do
And me and my boys will run a train on your Felma lip
Then break her fking back
Godd*mn bigots ain't all that
So I'm a cut your brain out
Reach in and pull your spine out
Welcome to the carnival show
You're invited, you and your b*tch Flo
And the wicked clowns gonna jeck
Cut your lights off and if you crawl back
Don't step to the city folk
b*tch, that's how you got your t*ts 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
Yes, speaking on others
Look at your hootnannyass motherfker
And your Billy b*tch hey
fk both ya and your rebel flag
fk your rebel flag (8x)
"Been down south you can't tell me"
Hillbilly hillbilly hillbilly
Uncle w*lly acting w*lly
Old b*tch cooking up fiddles
That fk 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 s**t pile
Life in the inner city
I'd whip your ass, but you're all s**tty and funky
Like the pigs you eat
Picking that s**t off them yellow feet
Don't step or so much as cough
Or I'm a shoot you in the back until your chest falls off
What you say ain't always hype
So I'm a slap you in the face with a lead pipe
Teach the kids what pops taught you
And he's a funky-ass bigot too
Fell short other do respect
Don't speak when I slap you in your red neck
fk all that bulls**t you stuck on
Get back on your mule and get the fk on
Don't look back, I'm a hit ya
Take that red neck b*tch out with ya
Spit on your rebel rags
So fk you and your rebel flag
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
Felma Lou - I'm a fk her in the as*
"Hillbillies listening down south"
I'm up and I'm headed for the south
Finna blow a round of buck shot in your mouth
And blow the back of your fking neck loose
Hillbillies run a rhyme like a headless goose
Cuz you try burning down my cross
That's ready racist hick named Haus
You sleep in the barn and you fk your horse
Break to the head, put your back on coarse, yeah
But ya know I chill
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 as* quick
The coolest south team up with the north
And blow that bigot off his fking horse
So put away your godd*mn twine
Cuz I'm a cut your pipe and take a little moonshine
And drink it all up
Barrels to your face and blow your fking 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 s**t
Zip you up in the bag
And I'll s**t on a motherfking rebel flag
Yeah s**t on a rebel flag
fk your rebel flag...
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
Felma Lou - I'm a fk her in the as*
I'm a stab that motherfker in b*tch ah!