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snak the ripper - from the dirt lyrics

(hook: snak)
crawlin’ out the forest with these stains on my shirt
i been out here in the bushes, in the rain, doing work
even thinkin’ bout the city makes my brain f-ckin’ hurt
i don’t rep no f-ckin’ city cause i came from the dirt (x2)

(verse 1: snak)
yo we wear gum boots when we run through
weed smoke coming out the sun roof
used to f-ck a b-tch with one tooth
when you see me coming what you gon do?
don’t get mixed up with this sick f-ck
get my d-ck sucked by a pig sl-t
that i picked up at a pit stop
while i was riding round in a big truck
in them backwoods just a redneck
lookin’ like i ain’t had my meds yet
at the weed spot cause i need pot
better see doc to get my head checked
just trying to give you a glimpse of the place that i live
cause i rep it to death
imagine me talking and all that you smell
is the odor of whiskey that’s left on my breath
blow with the squad, yo we thicker than blood
out and up here we be kicking up mud
guess you could say that we picky as f-ck
twistin’ up only the stickiest buds
dirt and crud
under my nails
covered in blood under thunder and hail
expression is blank like i’m under a spell
to me this is heaven, you somewhere in h-ll
got a cousin named cletus, lookin like beavis
under the bridge like evans and kiedis
his jacket is flannel, his pants are adidas
lives in a shed, got a dog, where the feed is
out on the fraser, we fishin’ for sturgeon
cuttin’ a beat like the kid was a surgeon
drunk in the street while i’m sippin’ some bourbon
poppin the beat like this b-tch was a virgin!

(verse 2: snak)
my backyard filled with bears and eagles
in the face i’m staring evil
junkies out here sharing needles
the life we livin’ is barely legal
all these fiends tryna hit the rock
ain’t got no money when they hit the block
so they hop the barbed wire, pick the lock
just to jack your sh-t man, i sh-t you not
make you p-ss your pants and leave your bed wet
can’t believe that i ain’t dead yet
on my thug sh-t when the drugs kick
still subject to get my head checked
got a forty-four mag over here
hand me that sh-t and ill bag your dear
witness me ending a f-gs career
then hop on my bike with a keg of beer
off-road, sh-t b-tch all terrain
got a perfect ten, you got a ball and chain
y’all spittin’ that trash that’s all the same
i gotta work with that sh-t, i call it lame
down by the river, gotta just giver
on top of my game but i’m not off the liquor
a joint to the head and a plot to deliver
they tryin’ but n-body stoppin’ the ripper
out in the boonies, you know that we run that
keepin’ an uzi up on the gun rack
i never lose so no need for a comeback
covered in booze and i’m hung like a thumb tack
built a foundation in solid stone
forty deep or all alone
this dirt right here is all i’ve known
i love this dirt, i call it home

(hook: snak)

crawlin’ out the forest with these stains on my shirt
i been out here in the bushes, in the rain, doing work
even thinkin’ bout the city makes my brain f-ckin’ hurt
i don’t rep no f-ckin’ city cause i came from the dirt (x2)

- snak the ripper lyrics

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