John Brown and tha Jayhawks, we all some hillbilly killas
bitch, this aint coal minin' but we finna ta drill ya
we gonna rock ya in tha jaw and knock out ya one tooth
gon stomp ya heads in, scrape ya brains off our boots
everyone knows mountaineers mountin' goats
you knock-off Davey Crocketts, put a bowie to ya throats
you signin' ya death warrant if ya try to f*ck with Kansas
keepin' it straightforward,we're gonna kick ya asses
John Brown got it started, it's time ta finish tha killin'
you're on our turf now, west virginian blood spillin'
you don't want none of this cuz ya knucks can't buck
welcome to Potter Lake where tha bodies get dumped