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