Lyrics

(Intro)
Let me tell you about an Alabama man, born deep down in the Kudzu land, his name is Aaron Jacob’s and this type of shit you can’t make up, he rides around in an old Honda beater there’s no doubt that boys caught baby fever, couldn’t keep it in his pants now he’s gonna pay the price cause
(Chorus)
He’s an Alabama mudboy, look the wrong way, and then your done for, everybody around this holler knows that Jacob’s don’t play, so remember today is not your day, cause he’s an Alabama mudboy, one look at him and you can tell he’s not the one boy, he comes from a place where there’s methhead scum boys they grow up playing with pipes and not toys,

(Verse 2)
Now it ain’t no mistaken ole Aaron stays don’t associate with no one of that occupation, if they come around then he’s quick to raise his fist and face them, he’s a lone wolf, never needed nobody, he’s quick to fuck shit up when he steps into the party, now he may not know much but that don’t make two fucks, if you talk that shit then walk that shit, don’t be no bitch, get you a lick, and always remember that your an Alabama mudboy
(Chorus)
I’m an Alabama mudboy, I gotta kudzu baby on the way and I’ll raise him as a mudboy riding round in trucks boy, he won’t ever want for nothing, and all he’ll ever feel is loved for, and if you disrespect my kudzu baby then we’re loading up going to war