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 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      [Chorus x2]   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!      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      [Chorus x2 until song ends]