To the tune of "Party Rock Anthem" by LMFAO
Battling in the South tonight,
Everybody just grab your guns.
And we gonna make you lose your limbs,
North is just gonna have a good time.
Battling in the South tonight,
Everybody just grab your guns,
And we gonna make you lose your limbs.
We just wanna see ya … Shoot that.
In the north, bounty-ing, looking for your slave, ‘cause they ran away,
Nonstop when we start to fight, we gonna win ‘cause we’re organized.
Where the ammo? I gots to know beacuase I need to blow up some
southerners, yo,
Half slave, half free, we don’t care, whatever word. Op-a-doe.
Ayo, I’m running through the south like a fugitive slave,
shooting
people up like we be playing Halo.
We battling! Yeah it’s my army I’m repping,
I know we are real forward,
hope were not overstepping.
Battling in the South tonight,
Everybody just grab your guns,
And we gonna make you lose your limbs.
North is just gonna have a good time.
Battling in the South tonight,
Everybody just grab your guns,
And we gonna make you lose your limbs.
We just wanna see ya … Shoot that.
Everyday I’m battling …
To the tune of "All-Star" by Smashmouth
Somebody once told me the war was gonna be short,
He wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed.
He was looking kind of dumb, with a musket as his gun,
And he doesn’t even know of a rifle.
Well, the war starts coming and it don’t stop coming,
Lincoln takes office and the south hit the ground running,
Didn’t make sense not to fight for freedom,
The south wants slaves and the north wants to free ‘em.
So much to take, so much to win,
So what’s wrong with General McClellan?
You’ll never know if you don’t go,
You’ll never shoot if you don’t reload.
Hey now, you’re a soldier,
Get your gun out, take aim.
Hey now you’re a hero,
Get the battle on, get fame.
And all the glitters is blood,
When you’re shooting bodies where is the love?
To the tune of "American Idiot" by Greenday
Don’t wanna be a confederate idiot,
Don’t wanna nation ruled by the southern states.
And do you hear the sound of the battlefield?
And who is really fighting for America?
Welcome to a new kind of tension,
All across this divided nation,
When everything isn’t meant to be slavery.
Victory will be ours for tomorrow,
We’re not the ones who’re meant to surrender,
For that’s enough to fight.
Well maybe I’m for freedom, America.
I’m not part of a redneck agenda.
Now everybody do the Anaconda,
And sing along to the war of America.
To the tune of "Don't Trust Me" by 3Oh!3
Blue coats with a white tee underneath
He has the least breath of a cigarette on his teeth,
He’s a general and he ain’t got no speed,
He’s got money from the President back up North.
Ga-ga-ga-guns,
Firing in your face,
While his gun is in his jacket.
Tell the confeds if they have speed that the
Union is still in training,
And you’re going to get a hold of them!
He likes to move real slow,
He’s diligent you know,
He will never leave you alone.
Don’t trust McClellan! Never trust McClellan!
Don’t trust McClellan!
McClellan only trusts textbooks,
Lee’s man dropped the plan and how it’s in McClellan’s hands.
Wash those plans out? He would have been the man,
The bodies they found on the ground
Have red and dark blood all over them.
Ba-ba-ba-bruises cover your arms,
Shaking in the fields with a cantine in your palm.
And the best is its all McClellans fault,
Just another general slower than all.
To the tune of "Our Song" by Taylor Swift
We were marching up North,
But got held up short,
Landed at the Battle of Bull Run.
Realized our ways were
A little off these days,
And this war was not going to be fun.
They turned around,
Took the spectators down,
Because they knew something had gone wrong.
We were stronger then they’d
Thought we were for them,
It must have been all a blur.
Our war is a battle for our lives.
Fighting to be free,
While the guys on the other side,
Trying to kill our slaves.
To get up and run away,
Now we have to defend our ways.
Some nursery rhymes and limericks:
I’m a little southerner short and stout,
These are my slaves, they like to pout.
If you take them from me hear me shout,
We’ll defeat the North without a doubt.
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There once was a man from the South,
Who really knew how to run his mouth,
He got in a fight,
With a northerner one night,
And now there’s a war abouth.
To the tune of the theme song from Holes (apparently?)
You’ve got to go and free those slaves,
You’ve got to go and free those slaves,
Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
Nah-nah-nah-nah-oh.
Two guns to a soldier in their hands,
Got to kill you if you’re a Southern man,
Got my freedom, the North’s full of rights,
Black people live free, man it mad tight.
N-O-R-T - to the H.
What’s that down South, for blacks that’s hate.
We don’t capture Africans and we don’t hurt them,
But we do have factories, while you torture them.
To the tune of "Last Friday Night" by Katy Perry
There’s a stranger in my trench,
There’s a pounding in my head.
Blood all over the field,
There’s a finger on my shield.
I smell like a bath of blood,
Soldiers passed out in the mud.
This war will never end,
That guy killed my best friend.
Results of last night,
Ended up in the paper.
We lost,
Oh well.
Last battle fight,
We went marching in the night,
And we put up a great fight,
Till the morning light.
Last battle fight,
Fired way too many shots,
Thought we’d win but we lost.
To the tune of "Tonight, Tonight" by Hot Chelle Rae
It’s been a really really messed up week,
7 days of torture, 6 days of bitter.
McClellan went and lost it for me,
He’s a West Point graduate, but it’s time for him to quit.
La la la, whatever la la la it doesn’t matter,
La la la, oh well la la la.
We’re going at it tonight, tonight,
There’s a battle on the hill top top of the world.
Tonight, tonight, and we’re fighting on the edge of the DC line.
I don’t know if we’ll win it but watch how hard we’ll fight it,
It’s alright, alright, tonight, tonight.
I woke up with a strange battle wound,
Not sure how I got it, not a gun in my pocket.
And it kinda looks painful, too,
Mixed with the Battle of Antietam.
To the tune of "Beat It" by Michael Jackson
They told the slaves not to run up here,
We need to work you, don’t disappear.
‘Cause if you run and you hide, we’ll find your hide and,
Beat it, just beat it
Our bounty hunters will get you, better run while you can,
Lincoln got elected and started a slavery ban.
You wanna get your freedom, try all that you can,
So beat it, just beat it.
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