Straight Out the Crops

Lyrics

[Intro] Straight out the crops Straight out the sticks (Straight out the sticks) Straight out the crops Straight out the sticks (Straight out the sticks) [Verse 1] Who it be? The 'Dox comin' straight from the crops I'm pickin' switches for these bitches stay dirty as Woodstock And when I chop, the shock goes straight up your vertebrae They pickin' at yo' bones, and at your watch 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 prowl, my nose like a bloodhound Straight stalking motherfuckers, yo' and this how it goes down This sight of blood it gets me higher than an astronaut A backwoods monster, shotgun and a master plot To burn your cities and murder all your committees Door to door slangin' lead never showin' no pity I bring the pain to your brains though they callin' me trauma Choking at yo neck, with a chain I think you're dead, mama It ain't the same since the sane went insane, mama Time to show these haters how to play the fucking game, mama [Chorus] Straight out the crops, I won't stop I'ma pop! Pop! Pop! Until they all drop Straight out the sticks, I won't quit I know you're feelin' this shit, you must be feelin' this shit, yeah Straight out the crops, I won't stop I'ma pop! Pop! Pop! Until they all drop Straight out the sticks, I won't quit I know you're feelin' this shit, you must be feelin' this shit, yeah [Verse 2] I'm comin' straight out the sticks, and all the shit that I spit It be as dirty as the Gathering of 2006 And yeah I grip like a tick right on the words of these pricks Who all hate and throw they weight because they say I'm a hick But I ain't apologizing, hell no, I say fuck 'em I'm still runnin' with a hatchet and these hoes ain't doin' nothin' So just quit of all y'all frontin' and then get down on yo' knees Pray to God that I don't find you and then dislocate yo' spleen 'Cause you ever wanna see me bitch jumping out of trees a shear 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 your mouth, keep yo ass up out the south Ya mammy ain't raise ya right, I'm about to show her how Please don't make me fetch the steel, make this cap the next to peel Pop you like a cherry motherfucker never test my will [Chorus] Straight out the crops, I won't stop I'ma pop! Pop! Pop! Until they all drop Straight out the sticks, I won't quit I know you're feelin' this shit, you must be feelin' this shit, yeah Straight out the crops, I won't stop I'ma pop! Pop! Pop! Until they all drop Straight out the sticks, I won't quit I know you're feelin' this shit, you must be feelin' this shit, yeah Straight out the crops, I won't stop I'ma pop! Pop! Pop! Until they all drop Straight out the sticks, I won't quit I know you're feelin' this shit, you must be feelin' this shit, yeah Straight out the crops, I won't stop I'ma pop! Pop! Pop! Until they all drop Straight out the sticks, I won't quit I know you're feelin' this shit, you must be feelin' this shit, yeah