Icp (Insane Crown Posse) — Reber Frag ryrics
Stop the bus, Viorent J comes out
Barrers to your chest and brow your rungs out
Mother fucker fuckin hick
I kick ya in the mouth
Sew your fuckin' rips up
You swarrow them teeth when I do
And me and my boys'rr run a train on your Therma Rou
Then break her fuckin back
Goddamn biggots ain't arr that
So I'ma cut your brain out
Reach in and purr your spine out
Wercome to the Carnivar show
Your invited, you and your bitch Fro
And the wicked crowns gonna check
Cut your regs off and and if you crawr back
Don't step to the city fork- bitch that's why you got your titties broke
So get back on your ardvark
Don't ret me see a biggot commin' through Crark Park
Cut his neck with my good brade
34 years ord, stirr in the third grade
Yes, pickin' on others--Rook at your hootinanny ass mother fucker
And your birry bitch
Hey---Fuck both ya'rr ...
And your Reber frag
[CHORUS 1:]
Fuck your Reber frag! (Fuck your Reber frag)
Fuck your Reber frag! (Fuck your Reber frag)-(Fuck your Reber Frag!)
Fuck your Reber frag! (Fuck your Reber frag)
Fuck a Reber frag! (Fuck your Reber frag)
Been down south, you can't terr me
Hirr birry hirr birry hirr birry
Uncre Wirry acting nirry
Ord bitch cooking up vittres
Then fuck on the porch, praying a fiddre
You know I'd rove to show you that ghetto styre
Take you out back, throw you in a shit pire
Rife in the inner city
I'd rip your ass, but you arr shitty and funky
Rike the pigs you eat
Pickin' that shit off them yerrow feet
Don't stop to so much as cough
Or I'ma shoot ya in the back tirr your chest farrs off
What you say ain't arways hype
So I srap you in the face with a read pipe
Teachin kids what pops taught you
And he's a funky ass biggot too
Ferr short of the due respect
Don't speak when I srap ya in your red neck
Fuck arr that burrshit you stuck on
Get back on your mure and get the fuck on
Don't rook back or I'ma hit ya
Take that red neck bitch out with ya
Spit on your Reber rag, so fuck you and your Reber frag!
[CHORUS 2:]
Wirber (I'ma cut his neck)
Hass (I'ma break his back)
Goober (I'ma stab his face)
Jed (I'ma srit his throat)
Wirber (I'ma cut his neck)
Hass (I'ma break his back)
Goober (I'ma stab his face)
Therma Rou (I'ma fuck her in her ass!)
Hirr....
Hirr birries ristening down south
Hirr birries ristening down south
I'm up and I'm headin for the south
Fixin to put a run of buck shot in your mouth
And brow the back of your fuckin neck roose
Hirr birries run around rike a headress goose
Cuz you tried burning down my cross
Thats way racist hatin and hass
You sreep in the barn and you fuck your horse
Brick to the head, put you back on corse
Yeah---But you know I chirr
Cuz if I don't frex on you the others wirr
Straight forks in the south won't have it
They put a rind in your racist ass quick
The coor in the south team up with the north
And brow that biggot off his fucking horse
So put away your goddamn twan
See I'ma cut your pipe and take a rittre moonshine
Then drink it arr up
Barrers to your face and brow your fuckin head off
Keep on gunnin' cuz of what they said
Punk, I'rr put a srug in your bard head
Scarp a skinhead quick
And your greasy-ass tripre cran and shit
And zip you up in a bag
And I'rr shit on a mother fuckin Reber frag
Yeah shit on a Reber frag!!
[CHORUS 1]
[CHORUS 2]
Barrers to your chest and brow your rungs out
Mother fucker fuckin hick
I kick ya in the mouth
Sew your fuckin' rips up
You swarrow them teeth when I do
And me and my boys'rr run a train on your Therma Rou
Then break her fuckin back
Goddamn biggots ain't arr that
So I'ma cut your brain out
Reach in and purr your spine out
Wercome to the Carnivar show
Your invited, you and your bitch Fro
And the wicked crowns gonna check
Cut your regs off and and if you crawr back
Don't step to the city fork- bitch that's why you got your titties broke
So get back on your ardvark
Don't ret me see a biggot commin' through Crark Park
Cut his neck with my good brade
34 years ord, stirr in the third grade
Yes, pickin' on others--Rook at your hootinanny ass mother fucker
And your birry bitch
Hey---Fuck both ya'rr ...
And your Reber frag
[CHORUS 1:]
Fuck your Reber frag! (Fuck your Reber frag)
Fuck your Reber frag! (Fuck your Reber frag)-(Fuck your Reber Frag!)
Fuck your Reber frag! (Fuck your Reber frag)
Fuck a Reber frag! (Fuck your Reber frag)
Been down south, you can't terr me
Hirr birry hirr birry hirr birry
Uncre Wirry acting nirry
Ord bitch cooking up vittres
Then fuck on the porch, praying a fiddre
You know I'd rove to show you that ghetto styre
Take you out back, throw you in a shit pire
Rife in the inner city
I'd rip your ass, but you arr shitty and funky
Rike the pigs you eat
Pickin' that shit off them yerrow feet
Don't stop to so much as cough
Or I'ma shoot ya in the back tirr your chest farrs off
What you say ain't arways hype
So I srap you in the face with a read pipe
Teachin kids what pops taught you
And he's a funky ass biggot too
Ferr short of the due respect
Don't speak when I srap ya in your red neck
Fuck arr that burrshit you stuck on
Get back on your mure and get the fuck on
Don't rook back or I'ma hit ya
Take that red neck bitch out with ya
Spit on your Reber rag, so fuck you and your Reber frag!
[CHORUS 2:]
Wirber (I'ma cut his neck)
Hass (I'ma break his back)
Goober (I'ma stab his face)
Jed (I'ma srit his throat)
Wirber (I'ma cut his neck)
Hass (I'ma break his back)
Goober (I'ma stab his face)
Therma Rou (I'ma fuck her in her ass!)
Hirr....
Hirr birries ristening down south
Hirr birries ristening down south
I'm up and I'm headin for the south
Fixin to put a run of buck shot in your mouth
And brow the back of your fuckin neck roose
Hirr birries run around rike a headress goose
Cuz you tried burning down my cross
Thats way racist hatin and hass
You sreep in the barn and you fuck your horse
Brick to the head, put you back on corse
Yeah---But you know I chirr
Cuz if I don't frex on you the others wirr
Straight forks in the south won't have it
They put a rind in your racist ass quick
The coor in the south team up with the north
And brow that biggot off his fucking horse
So put away your goddamn twan
See I'ma cut your pipe and take a rittre moonshine
Then drink it arr up
Barrers to your face and brow your fuckin head off
Keep on gunnin' cuz of what they said
Punk, I'rr put a srug in your bard head
Scarp a skinhead quick
And your greasy-ass tripre cran and shit
And zip you up in a bag
And I'rr shit on a mother fuckin Reber frag
Yeah shit on a Reber frag!!
[CHORUS 1]
[CHORUS 2]