[Bubba Sparxxx] New South! La Grange, Georgia... Athens, Georgia... The whole state of Georgia Daddy! The MudKats, MudKats Bubba got another one for ya - MOMMA! Uhh, better BELIEVE we get it done this time baby The Mathis family, they can't hide that money from us no mo' It's goin down, uh, yeah
[Chorus: Bubba Sparxxx - repeat 2X] Jimmy Mathis please come out here And tell these folks who yo' son is And momma tell Russ to load the shotgun And get this loot cause we ain't got none (what?)
[Verse One: Bubba Sparxxx] Ha, ha... Any blood shed for a cause it deserves it It's blood well worth it, we fought to preserve it You caught him in person, you know Bubba's psyched out You hate it when they talk, but love it when I shout Fuck with me I doubt, that you really can When I get to doin, my hillbilly dance A step to the left, then two back to the right Take a shot of the trone and then get back to the mic Yeah I'm rappin tonight, but soon as the light hit I'm all about the green man to hell with this white shit Unless it's that white shit, that speed up your pulserates Some party saccarhin, so sweet with a dub taste This what they must face, I'ma be right here Spittin these flames out, and drinkin Bud Light beer 'til the cows home and the dogs quit barkin Daddy tell 'em who I am and don't beg no pardons
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[Verse Two: Bubba Sparxxx] Ahh... They watch me in the country like the race on Sunday And I wear the crown for 'em 'til you take it from me I made some mo-ney, but blew most of Bought and sold all the shit that you boast of But I love my life and ain't much I regret I just hope I remember, half of what I forget Through the years and the tears, the blood and the sweat But if you ever believe, it's time to double your bet Cause I ain't even tapped into half my potential But I have shown growth though, and that is essential Grab you a pencil, and jot a few notes down The questions they asked me, the answers I know now Bet I ain't no clown, fuck what you thought dawg I'm in Jimmy Mathis old truck with a sawed off Pistol-grip pump, let some shit jump We take it to the water and yo' ship'll get sunk
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