[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