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Feeder - Jimmy Mathis lyrics
[Bubba Sparxxx]
 New South! LaGrange, 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 tasteFeeder - Jimmy Mathis - http://motolyrics.com/feeder/jimmy-mathis-lyrics.html
 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
[Chorus]
 [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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