Straight Out the Crops

Straight out the crops
Straight out the crops
Straight out the crops
Straight out the stix
Straight out the stix
Straight out the stix
Straight out the stix
Straight out the crops
Straight out the crops
Straight out the crops
Straight out the stix
Straight out the stix
Straight out the stix
Straight out the stix
Who it be? The docs comin straight from the crops
Im hittin switches for these bitches they as dirtay as Woodstock
And when I chop, the shock goes straight up your vertabrate
They pickin at yo bones, and at your eyes just like a bird of prey
A sick son of a bitch call me the scarecrow
my face-painted up the Blair-witch with a four four
And I stay on the prow, with nose like a blood hound
Straight stalking muther fuckers yo an this how it goes down
This sight of blood it gets me higher than an astronaut
A backwoods monster shot gun an a master plot
To burn yo cities and murder all yo committees
door to dorr slangin lead never showin no pity
I bring the pain to ya brain so they callin me trama
Choking at ya neck, with a chain I think ya dead mama
It aint da same since the sane went insane mama
Time to show these haters how to play da fucking game mama
[Chorus x2]
Straight out the crops I wont stop ima POP! POP! POP!, until they all drop
Straight out the stix I wont quit, I know you feeling this shit, you must be feelin this shit. YEAH!
I comin straight out da stix, and all da shit dat I spit
It be as dirty as a gathering of 2006
And yea I grip like a tick right on the words of these pricks
Who all hatein throwin a waight because they say im a hick
But I aint apologizing, hell no I say fuck em
im still runnin with a hatchet then these hoes aint doin nuthin
So just quit of all yall frontin and then get down on yo knees
Pray to God dat I dont find you and then dislocate yo spleen
Cause you never wanna see me bitch jumping out of trees an shit
Wrap my hands around yo throat and send you up to Jesus bitch
Quick to see ya to ya maker, quicker than the undertaker
Put you through a shredder and then spread you on a hundred acres
Keep my name up out yo mouth, keep yo ass up out da south
Ya mamiy aint raise ya right, ima bout to show her how
Please dont make me fetch da steel, make this cap an extra pill
Pop you like a cherry mutha fucka never test my will
[Chorus x2 until song ends]