Rebel Flag Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

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 

'cause you tried burning down my cross 

that's 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 

'cause 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' 'cause 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