"Confederate Flag" lyrics

"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 niggas music."

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

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!)

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 say, "Fuck your rebel flag!" (That shit represents a hateful sense)
I say, "Fuck your rebel flag!" (If it's in your back pockets, I'm aimin' my rockets!)
I say, "Fuck your rebel flag!" (That's what you wanna wave? I'll stick you in your grave!)
I say, "Fuck your rebel flag!" (Stick your fuckin' flagpole right up your fag hole!)
Confederate flag (Fuck you!)
Confederate flag (Fuck you!)
Confederate flag (Fuck you!)
Confederate flag (Fuck you!)

Rednecks call it pride, pride for what?
White pride for slavery, it sickens my gut
I see that flag as a challenge, that you want to fight
You don't care who it offends, you say it's your right
Well, it's my right to sock you dead in your lip
Put a foot on your neck, and tell you, "Eat up a dick."
Bitch!
No matter where you live, you should hate that flag
'Cause it represents evil bigots, tell 'em, Shaggs

One, two, three rednecks on a ladder
Hangin' up a rebel flag, it don't matter
How many of ya, because we don't love ya
Stick you in the dirt, tombstone above ya
It's juggalos all over the south that don't wave it
Proud of where they're from, but that flag, they hate it
Cause they understand it's a symbol of slavery
One flag reps us all, it means bravery

I say, "Fuck your rebel flag!" (I'll turn a redneck into a deadneck!)
I say, "Fuck your rebel flag!" (Cut the head off a chicken, give 'em an ass-kickin'!)
I say, "Fuck your rebel flag!" (The holes in your T-shirt, fill 'em with pee squirt!)
I say, "Fuck your rebel flag!" (Redneck, fuckin' methhead, tuck you in your deathbed!)
Confederate flag (Fuck you!)
Confederate flag (Fuck you!)
Confederate flag (Fuck you!)
Confederate flag (Fuck you!)

"My daddy flew the Confederate flag, and my son will, too, boy. Our flag is forever, and these colors don't run. So next time some goddamn niggas-lovin' reporter comes on my lawn askin' about my goddamn flag, I'm gonna meet him with my hunting rifle. You can quote me on that. America! America! America! America!"