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 doc’s comin straight from the crops

I’m hittin switches for these ******* they as dirtay as

WoodstockAnd 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 ************ call me the scarecrowmy 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 ************s 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 committeesdoor 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 ******g game mama[Chorus x2]

Straight out the crops

I won’t stop ima

POP! POP!

POP!, until they all drop

Straight out the stix

I wont quit,

I know you feeling this ************t, you must be feelin this ************t.

YEAH!I comin’ straight out da stix, and all da ************t dat

I spitIt be as dirty as a gathering of 2006

And yea I grip like a tick right on the words of these ************s

Who all hatein throwin a waight because they say im a hick

But I aint apologizing, hell no

I say ************ emim still runnin with a hatchet then these hoes aint doin nuthin

So just quit of all ya’ll frontin and then get down on yo knees

Pray to God dat

I don’t find you and then dislocate yo spleen

Cause you never wanna see me ************ jumping out of trees an ************t

Wrap my hands around yo throat and send you up to

Jesus ************

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 don’t make me fetch da steel, make this cap an extra pill

Pop you like a cherry mutha ************a never test my will[Chorus x2 until song ends]