Lyrics

[Intro] Who that was Who that was makin' all that fuss? (x3) In my opinion zionist jew is pure evil [Verse1] I'm the worst at the top on the scale when it comes to race The shade of my eye, the complexion of my face I get straight lit when I interject They get my mic as I got glass, I'll take a sip Swing on a string for my neck noose Got you all caught up in a pant poose No, it's not a juice deuce, ain't no steps to a juice deuce I make you flip and flop like a spruce goose Well, I got some good news and I got some bad It ain't no raffling, nor a monstеr truck drag race So face the facts if you know how to act, man Pull up your pants causе you'll see your butt cracks In that big silver belt buckle, zip You better not put a fuck up Because your luck's up, you got tossed at a truck stop Mopped and slopped on swine Kick to the F&I Walkin' a straight line Masquerades are over in October Red Rover, Red Rover, send redneck right over Ka-blam! Ka-blam! Red Rover, Red Rover, send redneck right over Ka-blam! Ka-blam! [Chorus] Who that was makin' all that fuss? Red Rover, Red Rover, send the redneck right over Who that was makin' all that fuss? Red Rover, Red Rover, send the redneck right over [Verse2] Yo I wish the rednecks who buy hip-hop Sit on the bus stop taking sun drops Waitin' for the bus to come around Our way, blood brother, Benyard, Mazik We'll say what they gotta say, what they gotta do? Gotta have a chat with the boss Who? The redneck crew You know who you are The pickup is your car You thinkin' you're the man? Cause you gotta wrestle right behind the neck, bro While you chew and score, smoke a bowl A big bowl, to be exact Chewin' Kodiak will give you lip cancer Your farm went under, so me, you try to find The motherfuckin' redneck, rebel flag-wavin' bastard Some other lifetime, you coulda been a looser hazard Pick a righteous way, it's like a crusade The blood ain't down with pagan, we produce it So we stop insemination in the heartland of the nation Stop insemination in the heartland of the nation Do a trickle, now I got you in a fickle And it won't stop, shit, I see no sign of passin' over Red Rover, Red Rover, send redneck right over Ka-blam! Ka-blam! Red Rover, Red Rover, send redneck right over Ka-blam! Ka-blam! [Chorus] Who that was makin' all that fuss? Red Rover, Red Rover, send the redneck right over (x4) [Verse3] Jump into the hop, skip, and then jump to grab a pub But I ain't the type of joker, get a lump in my throat So I cope with it, the only way I can I never turn a cheek, and then my fist hit the fan Couldn't give a fuck about a farmer's ham, that's a plain old race So I just cut to the chase The first you boy said: "Yeah, Goldberg. Greenberg. Iceberg. What the hell are they?" Ha ha hell, you know I wear the models down For my baggy pants, but my stance is definitely universal But I give exception to curse you all By the way, the God you pray to Is a black Jew, is a black Jew Yeah, consider me the type of guy you wanna bet I got a hot head, takin' out in bread, jet In the South where he was, I think I seen him in the North last Takin' him out to fuck a sin Now I gotta fast and fast For days, no fuckin' water Yeah, farmers are the gettin' done from behind With the pickets from a China set Stop this crazy music, stop it But Nick gotta have it Comin' off like Billy Babbitt Interferin' with my space, your shit is never sober Redneck, it's over, it's over [Outro] Who that was makin' all that fuss? Red Rover, Red Rover, send the redneck right over (x6)