[Bubba Sparxxx]
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Hahahahahahah! Don't be scared of me
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Come on over here and let Bubba infect you
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Uhh, uhh
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From the slums the East of Athens to the plains in North LaGrange
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Bubba K can stumble drunk up on any porch I hang
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Smokin all sources dank - from Jimmy Shwagger to Cambud
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And I'm chasin Jim Beam, we keep stallin until my time's up
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Line up lames it's time for your vaccination
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Be glad you been infected, accept it, congratulations
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I got platinum asperations but fear's my motivation
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I'ma wait in my time to shine but daily I grow impatient
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Strictly for procreation, I need to plant my seeds
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Since these bitches won't cut I'll rely on my hand to breathe
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Fuckin this Cantonese, Betty named Tamberly
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and her four older sisters 'til the blisters began to bleed
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They probably'll banish me for spittin in how I'm live it
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But I'm still with my tongue out - flickin it like a lizard
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Bubba like chicken gizzards; fried in Southern pride
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Man go on and drink dat beer but you know I'ma funnel mine
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[Chorus: Bubba Sparxxx]
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Now you could shoot it in yo' veins or shoot it up straight to yo' brain
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You could smoke it out a bowl or get a blunt and roll it swole
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Lo and behold boy you should've done injected
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Cause if you ride with me I'ma get you so infected
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Now you could hit that Betty raw or bust a load off in her jaw
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You could place it where she doo doo, or even lick her poo doo
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See I don't care what you do, just don't leave her neglected
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Cause if you fall asleep I'ma get her so infected!
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[Bubba Sparxxx]
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I just got off the phone with God, he said - I know this might seem odd
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But Bubba I really need you, these preachers ain't doin they job
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So travel to Cape Cod, buy a thousand sheets of acid
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and distribute it witcho' album, no doubt that'll be a classic
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Dude lockin up every fashion, whether it's dope from weed to coke
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from heroin to X, so next we needin a boat
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Off the coast of eastern Georgia for two hundred keys of snort
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For them heavy reefer chiefers, the five was trees to blow
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They count on me fo' sho', if you fronted I'm goin the low
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Man I'm from who did it though, but it's funny, cause no one sold it
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But now that Bubba hold it I'm certain they gon' disperse it
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The rural parts the suburbs, I know that may seem absurd
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But long ago when I heard they meet the urban people
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They play by ears for years now my folks deserve some equal
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Affection from this infection that gives our foundation
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The same blood the same drugs equals a proud nation
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[Chorus]
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[Bubba Sparxxx]
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Shit I probably know what you thankin when yo' legs get wobbly drankin
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(Bubba K got it hard!) That's when they found yo' body stankin
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And you won't be body linkin, what you thought I was from N'Sync?
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I'm a country muh'fucker who ain't changed my clothes in six weeks
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Runnin with a thick fleet, of hungry Caucasoids
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The type when you see us in the club actin up y'all avoid
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Call your boys I got boys from Westpoint to Nelly B
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Yeah I run with black folks too and they do carry heat
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Plus I fuck with smelly freaks and I think they pussy very sweet
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The fine Betty Betty with double D's and sexy feet
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On coke or ecstasy, down here we call 'em Beanie Babies
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She was sensitive to the touch so when we fuck I mean it's gravy
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but I ain't seen her lately - I been too busy chasin patients
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We gon' shoot a movie next just so yo' ass can play the hatin
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If the livest in yo' faction tellin me where the mic's at
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He won't never rap again and he might not ever get his pride back
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[Chorus - 2X]
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[Bubba Sparxxx]
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Exactly like that
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Now we all infected..
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Now yo' life's the same as mine
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And my life's the same as yours
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We all standin in the same, same shit..
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I thank God and Khalifani
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Anybody else got infected, or willin to be infected
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Nonsense.. Bubba Sparxxx
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Infected
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Bubba Sparxxx |