Jackson

[Intro: Yelawolf & Fefe Dobson]

Hey, Fefe

Yeah?

Did I tell you how beautiful you are?

No

Did I tell you how much I love you today?

No

I love you

I love you, too

But you get on my fuckin’ nerves

Well, you get on my fuckin’ nerves, too

Well, you know what? Let’s fight about

Alright, let’s fight about it

Alright, you wanna fuckin’ fight?

Yeah!

[Chorus: Yelawolf, Fefe Dobson, & Crowd]

We got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout

We've been talkin' 'bout

Jackson!

Ever since the fire went out

I'm going to Jackson, I'm gonna mess around

Yeah, I'm goin' to Jackson

Look out, Jackson town

[Verse 1: Yelawolf]

Yeah!

I’m a moonshine, noontime, drinking’ out a tin cup

Sippin’ on a thirty pack till I get the hiccups

Jumpin’ out a big truck

High like an eagle to an ‘87 Regal

With a cooler full of liquor

Tattoos all over my body like a freak show

.22 shells, you don’t wanna be a hero

A wild boy, like my little buddy Cambo

Jug full of Jack, just grab it by the handle

In the cup with the Mossy Oak camo

Don’t get picked like a really muddy banjo

Every day’s a party, just light the candle

I don’t make the wish, I scramble

Bustlin’, workin’, shovellin’ dirt, ‘n’ movin’ this earth

Do you wanna get a sample?

Better get a bowl of holy water for the fully automatic

I’m eradicatin’ rappers with the magic of the lyrics

Boom!

Catfish, what did you do?

Blew off his head, Tenacious D

Still, mama says, “I’m proud of you.”

Damn right, I’m a rockstar

What? Hip-hop and country, too?

Baby, you gotta hop on the back of this Harley

And follow me all the way to the church pew

Let’s go

[Chorus: Yelawolf, Fefe Dobson & Crowd]

We got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout

We've been talkin' 'bout

Jackson!

Ever since the fire went out

I'm going to Jackson, I'm gonna mess around

Yeah, I'm goin' to Jackson

Look out, Jackson town

[Verse 2: Yelawolf]

Well, the Devil went down to Nashville

He was looking for a soul to steal

Said if I chopped better I could have his old magic golden grill

So I ate him up, and he laid his mic down

And dropped his golden grin

I done told you once, you son of a bitch, I’m the best that’s ever been, uhh

Daddy must’ve had a heart attack when I was quotin’ rappers

Though I’d never get none

Now I’m autographin’ on the back of my own T-shirt

Daddy, come get one

I’m on that Slumerican

Oh, come again?

Buddy, you don’t want it with none

Sic Rittz on a motherfucker

Just for kicks on a motherfucker, just for fun

Lights

Thomas Edison’s head would spin

If his dead body saw the light of electricity

It would be epic to say the least

It would be hectic for me in early ‘70s, too

Cause I’m a revolutionary and married to this black angel

I’m not shameful, don’t get it tangled, I’ll bang bang you

Baby, go grab that Glock 9

And take the wedding dress off that coat hanger

[Chorus: Yelawolf, Fefe Dobson & Crowd]

Well, we got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout

We've been talkin' 'bout

Jackson!

Ever since the fire went out

I'm going to Jackson

I'm gonna mess around

Yeah, I'm goin' to Jackson

Look out, Jackson town

[Outro: Yelawolf]

Jackson, Jackson, Jackson, Jackson, Jackson, Jackson, Jackson, Jackson, Jackson, Jackson, Jackson, Jackson, Jackson, Jackson, Jackson, Jackson, Jackson, Jackson, Jackson

[Chorus: Yelawolf & Fefe Dobson]

We got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout

We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson ever since the fire went out

Yeah, I'm going to Jackson