Boondox

Straight Out The Crops

Straight out the crops

Straight out the stix

Straight out the crops

Straight out the stix

Who it be? The doc's comin straight from the crops

I'm thinking switches for these bitches as dirtay as Woodstock

And when I chop, the shock goes straight up your vertabrate

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

A face-painted doll, the Blair-witch with a foe foe

And I stay on the prow, my nose like a blood hound

Straight stalking muther fucker showing this how it goes down

This sight of blood it gets me higher than an astronaut

A backwoods monster shot gutted a master plot

To burn yo cities and murder all yo committees

Do' to Do' slangin lead never showin no pity

I bring the pain to ya brain though they callin me drama

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

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 shit, you must be feelin this shit. YEAH!

(2x)

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 tee write the words of these pricks

Who all hatein throwin away because they say im a hit

But I aint apologizing, hell no I say fuck em

After sunning 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 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 upon your mouth, keep yo ass upon da south

Ya mami 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 fucka never test my will

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 shit, you must be feelin this shit. YEAH!

(2x)