- Boondox Straight out the Crops 歌词
- 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 doc’s comin straight from the crops
I’m hittin switches for these ******* they as dirtay as
WoodstockAnd 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 ************ call me the scarecrowmy 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 ************s 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 committeesdoor 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 ******g 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 ************t, you must be feelin this ************t.
YEAH!I comin’ straight out da stix, and all da ************t dat
I spitIt be as dirty as a gathering of 2006
And yea I grip like a tick right on the words of these ************s
Who all hatein throwin a waight because they say im a hick
But I aint apologizing, hell no
I say ************ emim still runnin 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 ************ jumping out of trees an ************t
Wrap my hands around yo throat and send you up to
Jesus ************
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 don’t make me fetch da steel, make this cap an extra pill
Pop you like a cherry mutha ************a never test my will[Chorus x2 until song ends]
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