red neck hoe lyrics – insane clown posse

rapping to this b*tch with a red neck
a red neck, that f*cking red neck
rapping to this b*tch with a red neck
a down south b*tch with a red-*ss neck
b*tch, you gotta red neck
but you look kinda straight so i’m bout to step
heard you like f*cking in pig pens
you never seen boys, so you f*ck your girlfriends
b*tch, i know you’s a ho
so let me f*ck you with my big toe
cuz i don’t care what them hicks can do
sh*t, i can f*ck like a chicken hawk too
b*tch, we can take a walk
but i hate the way you f*ckin’ hillbillies talk
so keep your filthy *ss mouth shut
and don’t say sh*t, nasty sl*t
b*tch, i wanna hit it
so i can drop your *ss in a new york minute
but you quick to act like you didn’t know
like you didn’t know, that i’m a jigglo, you didn’t know
b*tch, we can sit on the porch
swing in a chair, i don’t f*cking care
but then it’s to the sac, to the sac we go
i’m finna f*ck this red neck ho
b*tch, you’s a ho
and ho you’s a b*tch
everybody knows that you’s a…
funky b*tch
rapping to this b*tch with a red neck
a f*cking red neck, a red-*ss neck
rapping to this b*tch with a red neck
said a mop-top corn stalk red-*ss neck
b*tch, it’s 2 dope
before i threw you this d*ck, i throw you some soap
cuz you been in the barn all day
milking cows and f*cking with hay
b*tch, if you let me hit
i don’t care, you can play your wayne newton sh*t
i can take a little conway twitty
while i’m sucking on red neck t*ttie
b*tch, i go down south
with a piece of wheat hanging out my mouth
and sport a funky-*ss straw hat
but after i hit it… motherf*ck that!
b*tch, i from the big city
and i’m finna fall asleep on your big t*ttie
yeah, it’s the farmer’s daughter
but i ain’t gonna f*ck in no swamp water
b*tch, drop your overalls
and we f*ck in the back of a horse stall
you’re the ugly b*tch i know
but i still f*ck ya, red neck ho
b*tch, you’s a ho
and ho you’s a b*tch
everybody knows that you’s a…
funky b*tch
my ratsaw can’t even hang
with the wicked sh*t you’ve done
you go lynching with your gang
on a brother or a mexican
f*ck, this sh*t may never quite
bigots may never learn
i’ll cut your motherf*cking throat out, bigot
now it’s your turn
bigots in the north seem to get respect
you know i’d choke that greasy neck
step to the left, step to the right
in my piece, and i’ll f*ck your face up
b*tch, cuz i don’t sleep
i said “f*ck you, b*tch, i don’t sleep”
in the south there’s a lot of good faces
but sh*t, i’m gat on a f*cking racists
b*tch, i can’t tell from where i’m at
but it looks like your neck is red, f*ck that
i’m about to step
so i can say i f*cked a ho with a red neck
b*tch, you’s a ho
and ho you’s a b*tch
everybody knows that you’s a…
funky b*tch

/ insane clown posse lyrics