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Southern Baptist Redneck Song (Lyric) by Edna Sweetlove

We’re pretty strict around our little town which sure is real good news:We kicked out all the Catholics and we don’t have no goddam Jews. And way back when, we strung up all the nigra boys to the tallest trees Then left them , strange fruit, swayin’ gaily in the Southern breeze. Anyone who don’t love Uncle Sam, we feed ‘em to the maggots (And you surely wouldn’t like to hear what we done to the local faggots). Those liberal PC bastards stopped up flyin’ our beloved Stars ‘n’ Bars Next thing they’re gonna try to stop us drivin’ 300 horsepower cars. But since our blessed pastor closed the cathouse down it’s mighty borin’Now me and all mah good ole boys can’t go out nowhere a-whorin⠀™. Don' y'all know, everywhere in our great land it’s the same ol’ tragic story: No one gives a two-cent fuck about respectin’ God and good Ole Glory. Praise the Lord and support the troops as they torture our imaginary foes The Bible-bashin' Southland is sure the best place on earth as God alone knows!

Engelbert Humpalot 10-Aug-06/10:04 AM
Excellent. I love to laugh at rednecks.




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