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Mob Rules - Sweet Home Alabama Freestyle Lyrics

Sweet Home Alabama Freestyle Song Lyrics
Sweet Home Alabama Freestyle by Mob Rules FUTURE:
WELL JIMMY MOVED IN WITH HIS MOTHER,
CAUSE HE AINT GOT NO PLACE TO GO.

EMINEM:
AND NOW IM RIGHT BACK IN THE GUTTER,
WITH A GARBAGE BAG THATS FULL OF CLOTHES.

FUTURE: (BUST IT BUST IT)
CAUSE YOU LIVE AT HOME IN A TRAILOR,
WHAT THE HELL YOU GONNA DO?

EMINEM: (YEEHA)
CAUSE I LIVE AT HOME IN A TRAILOR,
MOM IM COMIN HOME TO YOU.

WELL MY NAME IS JIMMY,
HIS NAMES GREG BUEL,
ME HIM AND YOU WENT TO THE SAME SCHOOL.
THIS AINT COOL, I'M IN A RAGE
HE'S TAPIN MY MOM, WERE ALMOST THE SAME AGE.
ON THE MICROPHONE I DROP BOMBS,
LOOK AT THIS CAR, THANKS ALOT MOM.
"HERE HAPPY BIRTHDAY RABBIT
HERES A BRAND NEW CAR, YOU CAN HAVE IT."
A 1928 DELTA,
THIS SHIT WONT EVEN GET ME TO THE SHELTA
AND I CANT EVN STAND FOR MOTOWN,
CAUSE IM BACK IN THE 8-1-0 NOW.

CAUSE I LIVE AT HOME IN A TRAILOR
MOM IM COMING HOME TO YOU.