Lyrics:

(Timbaland)
Uh... uh-oh, uh-oh
Tch-tchka-tchka-tchka-tchka uh
Uh-oh, uh-oh
Tchka-tchka uh
Uh-oh, uh-oh
Say what, say what? Freaky freaky uh
Tchka-tchka-tchka-tchka Bubba

(Bubba Sparxx)
I ain't choose to rhyme; rhymin chose me
So I hit the track runnin' - like a nosebleed
Life ain't great now, but it's much improved
Your album droppin' this summer? That sucks for you
Cause this is Bubba's moment - I put my mother on it
I said my momma; it seems as if I love her don't it?
So buckle up, 'cause it's gon' get bumpy
I call my girlfriends Betty's, and my shits grumpies
That Bubba talk - gotcha open wide
I giggle outside the booth; but ain't no joke inside
This is complicated - at least to y'all it is
Just let me sell fifty million, then I'll call it quits
But until that day, y'all in deep doo doo
I never once saw you crank it 'cause I just sleep through you
What you need to do, is just admit you love me
The South has always been Dirty but now it's gettin' ugly

Ugly - in here!
Huh, in here! Huh, in here!
It's gon' get ugly - in here!
Huh, in here! Huh, in here!
It's gon' get ugly, ugly, ugly
In here! Huh, in here!
It's gon' get ugly - in here!
Huh, in here! Huh, in here - uh-oh!

(Bubba Sparxx)
Though I am country, don't get the wrong idea
My ego's gettin' bigger, with every song I hear
Cause y'all been bullshittin, spittin' that booty chatter
Out here for two days and came with somethin' that truly matters
On goes the saga - of Bubba's plight
She won't see tomorrah, if I don't cut tonight
That's just my mood now; I hate it came to this
How else can I say it I don't speak no other languages
I'm fairly ripped now, so this the jimmy talkin'
You hear that beat don'tcha? That's just Timmy talkin'
Go 'head throw dem bows - fuck it, break a bottle
Let's be honest none of us will ever date a model
So let's just cut it loose, ignore the repercussions
If you scared, then just forget what we discussin
This that new South - take a picture of me
'Cause I'm a fuckin' legend, and this is gettin' ugly

(Bubba Sparxx)
Now this thang is jumpin' - ain't it somethin'?
What makes it special, this whole moment came from nothin'
Now you see it triples; I bet she slurp tonight
Lames hide your wallets hatin' broads clutch your purses tight
If you ain't tryin' to live, you with the wrong crowd
And if you feelin' brave then better sport that thong proud
And if you finally breathin, then sing this song loud
I'm glad I got you wet I know you had a long drought
Don't worry about the law - they can't arrest us all
I had to crank couldn'ta done nothin' less for y'all
Forget your inhibitions; I wanna see you whylin
And if Bubba dies tonight - know he was smilin'

(Timbaland)
Ha ha, it's gon' get (ugly - in here!)
Thck-thck (Huh, in here! Huh, in here!)
It's gon' get (ugly - in here!)
(Huh, in here! Huh, in here!)
It's gon' get (ugly) say what?
(Ugly, ugly) Say what? (Ugly!) In here! Huh, in here!
(It's gon' get ugly - in here!)
(Huh, in here! Huh, in here - uh-oh!)
Thcka-thcka-thcka-thcka-thcka check switch uh

{*'Get Ur Freak On' beat*} Switch it one time
{*Bubba's 'Ugly' beat*} Now switch it back baby
{*'Get Ur Freak On' beat*} Switch it one time
{*Bubba's 'Ugly' beat*} Now switch it back baby

(Missy) 'Holla! Ain't no stoppin' me'
'Copywritten so' (so what?) 'don't copy me'

{*Bubba's 'Ugly' beat*} I want you to...

(Missy) 'Holla! Ain't no stoppin' me'
'Copywritten so, don't copy me'

(Timbaland) C'mon Bubba, let's go