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