[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
  
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  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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