Straight out the Straight out the Straight out the Straight out the Straight out the Straight out the Straight out the Straight out the out the crops Straight out the Straight out the out the stix Straight out the out the stix Who it be? The docs straight from the crops Im hittin switches for these they as dirtay as Woodstock And when I chop, the shock goes straight up vertabrate They pickin at yo bones, and at your just like a bird of prey A sick son of a bitch me the scarecrow my face-painted up the Blair-witch a four four And I stay on the prow, nose like a blood hound Straight stalking muther fuckers yo an how it goes down This sight of blood it gets me higher than an A backwoods monster shot gun an a plot To burn yo cities and all yo committees door to slangin lead never showin no pity I bring the to ya brain so they callin me trama Choking at ya neck, with a chain I think ya mama It aint da same since the went insane mama to show these haters how to play da fucking game mama x2] Straight out the 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 shit. YEAH! I comin straight out da stix, and all da dat I spit It be as dirty as a gathering of And yea I grip like a tick right on the words of pricks Who all hatein throwin a because they say im a hick But I aint apologizing, hell no I say em im still runnin a hatchet then these hoes aint doin nuthin So just quit of all yall frontin and then get on yo knees Pray to God dat I dont find you and then dislocate yo Cause you never wanna see me jumping out of trees an shit Wrap my hands around yo throat and you up to Jesus bitch Quick to see ya to ya maker, than the undertaker Put you through a shredder and then spread you on a hundred Keep my name up out yo mouth, keep yo ass up out da Ya aint raise ya right, ima bout to show her how Please make me fetch da steel, make this cap an extra pill Pop you like a cherry mutha never test my will [Chorus x2 song ends]