Представляем точный текст композиции "Rebel Flag" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Irv Gotti. Наша коллекция содержит детально проверенные слова песни, включая скрытые метафоры, отсылки и эмоции, вложенные автором. Лирика «Rebel Flag» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Irv Gotti передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани любимого трека.
Irv Gotti - "Rebel Flag"
Stop the bus, Violent J comes out
Barrels to your chest
And blow your lungs out
Motherfuck a fucking hick
Ill 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 aint all that
So Im a cut your brain out
Reach in and pull your spine out
Welcome to the carnival show
Youre invited, you and your bitch Flo
And the wicked clowns gonna jeck
Cut your lights off and if you crawl back
Dont step to the city folk
Bitch, thats how you got your titties broke
So get back on your ardvark
Dont 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 cant tell me"
Hillbilly hillbilly hillbilly
Uncle Willy acting illy
Old bitch cooking up fiddles
That fuck on the porch playing the fiddle
You know Id love to show you that ghetto style
Take you out back and throw you in the shit pile
Life in the inner city
Id whip your ass, but youre all shitty and funky
Like the pigs you eat
Picking that shit off them yellow feet
Dont step or so much as cough
Or Im a shoot you in the back until your chest falls off
What you say aint always hype
So Im a slap you in the face with a lead pipe
Teach the kids what pops taught you
And hes a funky-ass bigot too
Fell short other do respect
Dont speak when I slap you in your red neck
Fuck all that bullshit you stuck on
Get back on your mule and get the fuck on
Dont look back, Im a hit ya
Take that red neck bitch out with ya
Spit on your rebel rags
So fuck you and your rebel flag
Wilbur - Im a cut his neck
Haus - Im a break his back
Guber - Im a stab his face
Jed - Im a slit his throat
Felma Lou - Im a fuck her in the ass
"Hillbillies listening down south"
Im up and Im headed for the south
Finna blow a round of buck shot in your mouth
And blow the back of your fucking neck loose
Hillbillies run a rhyme like a headless goose
Cuz you try burning down my cross
Thats ready racist hick named Haus
You sleep in the barn and you fuck your horse
Break to the head, put your back on coarse, yeah
But ya know I chill
If I dont flex on you, the others will
Straight folks in the south wont have it
They put a round in your racist ass quick
The coolest south team up with the north
And blow that bigot off his fucking horse
So put away your goddamn twine
Cuz Im a cut your pipe and take a little moonshine
And drink it all up
Barrels to your face and blow your fucking head off
Keep on gunning cuz of what they said
Punk, Ill put a slug in your bald head
Scalp a skinhead quick
And your greasy-ass triple Klan aint shit
Zip you up in the bag
And Ill shit on a motherfucking rebel flag
Yeah shit on a rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag...
Wilbur - Im a cut his neck
Haus - Im a break his back
Guber - Im a stab his face
Jed - Im a slit his throat
Felma Lou - Im a fuck her in the ass
Im a stab that motherfucker in bitch ah!
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