Stop the bus, Violent J comes out
Barrels to your chest
And blow your lungs out
Motherfuck a fucking hick
I’ll kick you in the mouth, swell your fucking lips up
You swallow them teeth when I do
And me and my boys will run a train on your Felma lip
Then break her fucking back
Goddamn 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 bitch Flo
And the wicked clowns gonna jeck
Cut your lights off and if you crawl back
Don’t step to the city folk
Bitch, that’s how 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
Yes, speaking on others
Look at your hootnannyass motherfucker
And your Billy Bitch hey
Fuck both ya and your rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag (8x)
«Been down south you can’t tell me»
Hillbilly hillbilly hillbilly
Uncle Willy acting illy
Old bitch cooking up fiddles
That fuck 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’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
