[Intro]
"I'm a good Christian white man. I fly my rebel flag high and with pride, boy. I don't need to hear any pitchin' a fit about my flag. You need to hike your britches up and turn down that n***** music"
[Verse 1: Violent J]
I'm in an old station wagon, deep in Alabama
Wipe the sweat outta my eyes, cock the hammer
I see a pickup truck with a rebel flag window
A skinny redneck with one of his kinfolk
I pull up along side and blast the passenger
Blood, feathers and bone, a massacre
I kept shootin', hit the driver, he fell on the horn, stuck
Threw a Molotov cocktail and blew up the truck
[Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope, Violent J & Young Wicked]
I say "Fuck your rebel flag!" (Out here pretendin' like you ain't offendin')
I say "Fuck your rebel flag!"(You redneck judges, with racist grudges)
I say "Fuck your rebel flag!" (If you got a tattoo, I'm aiming at you)
I say "Fuck your rebel flag!" (You get punched in your faces, reppin' the racists)
Confederate flag (Fuck you!)
Confederate flag (Fuck you!)
Confederate flag (Fuck you!)
Confederate flag (Fuck you!)
[Verse 2: Shaggy 2 Dope]
The judge, grandpa, dad and three sons
All of 'em KKK, they can't run
I blew a head clean off, it rolled, still in the hood (Uh-huh)
The headless horseman fell dead in the woods (Whoo!)
The rest of the Klansmen ran 'cause they were scary
It was Tim the Baker and the barber Larry
All pussies, threw off their hoods and cried "Please!"
But they were devils, so I capped their knees (Blah!)
"I'm a good Christian white man. I fly my rebel flag high and with pride, boy. I don't need to hear any pitchin' a fit about my flag. You need to hike your britches up and turn down that n***** music"
[Verse 1: Violent J]
I'm in an old station wagon, deep in Alabama
Wipe the sweat outta my eyes, cock the hammer
I see a pickup truck with a rebel flag window
A skinny redneck with one of his kinfolk
I pull up along side and blast the passenger
Blood, feathers and bone, a massacre
I kept shootin', hit the driver, he fell on the horn, stuck
Threw a Molotov cocktail and blew up the truck
[Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope, Violent J & Young Wicked]
I say "Fuck your rebel flag!" (Out here pretendin' like you ain't offendin')
I say "Fuck your rebel flag!"(You redneck judges, with racist grudges)
I say "Fuck your rebel flag!" (If you got a tattoo, I'm aiming at you)
I say "Fuck your rebel flag!" (You get punched in your faces, reppin' the racists)
Confederate flag (Fuck you!)
Confederate flag (Fuck you!)
Confederate flag (Fuck you!)
Confederate flag (Fuck you!)
[Verse 2: Shaggy 2 Dope]
The judge, grandpa, dad and three sons
All of 'em KKK, they can't run
I blew a head clean off, it rolled, still in the hood (Uh-huh)
The headless horseman fell dead in the woods (Whoo!)
The rest of the Klansmen ran 'cause they were scary
It was Tim the Baker and the barber Larry
All pussies, threw off their hoods and cried "Please!"
But they were devils, so I capped their knees (Blah!)
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