Straight Out The Crops Lyrics - Krimson Creek - Boondox

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]