Straight Out the Crops

[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 da 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 ya'll 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