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Verse 1:
I ain’t no hillbilly, don’t call me that,
I’m a redneck son of a bitch with a dog and a hat.
They’re out there howlin’ on the mountain side,
But I’m burnin’ rubber, takin’ my pride for a ride.
Chorus:
Oh, fuck those hillbillies, they don’t know shit,
I’m a redneck king, and I ain’t gonna quit.
They can sit on their porches, talkin’ that trash,
But I’m out here raisin’ hell and stackin’ my cash.
Verse 2:
They think they’re tough with their rusty old stills,
But I’m makin’ noise down in the holler hills.
Got my gun rack loaded and my beer on ice,
Tell those hillbilly boys they can go roll the dice.
Chorus:
Oh, fuck those hillbillies, they don’t know shit,
I’m a redneck king, and I ain’t gonna quit.
They can sit on their porches, talkin’ that trash,
But I’m out here raisin’ hell and stackin’ my cash.
Bridge:
I don’t need their banjos or their fiddles too,
Got my own damn sound, and it’s comin’ for you.
They can kiss my ass, ‘cause I’m runnin’ this show,
Redneck rebel, and I’m lettin’ them know.
Chorus:
Oh, fuck those hillbillies, they don’t know shit,
I’m a redneck king, and I ain’t gonna quit.
They can sit on their porches, talkin’ that trash,
But I’m out here raisin’ hell and stackin’ my cash.
Outro:
So light up the fire, crank up the heat,
This redneck life just can’t be beat.
Hillbillies can whine, but they ain’t my crew,
Fuck their hills, I’ve got redneck roots true.
