From the Dirt - Snak the Ripper

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 fuckin' hurt

I don’t rep no fuckin' 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 fuck a bitch with one tooth

When you see me coming what you gon' do?

Don’t get mixed up with this sick fuck

Get my dick sucked by a thick slut

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

Roll with a squad, and we thicker than blood

Out in the pit where they kicking up mud

Guess you could say that we picky as fuck

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 hell

Got a cousin named Cletus, lookin like Beavis

Under the bridge like Anthony Kiedis

His jacket is flannel, his pants are Adidas

Lives in a shed, got a jar with a fetus

Out on the Fraser, we fishin' for sturgeon

Cuttin' up meat like the kid was a surgeon

Drunk in the street while i’m sippin' some bourbon

Poppin the beat like this bitch was a virgin!

(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 fuckin' hurt

I don’t rep no fuckin' city cause I came from the dirt (X2)

(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 shit man, I shit you not

Make you piss your pants and leave your bed wet

Can’t believe that I ain’t dead yet

On my thug shit when the drugs kick

Still subject to get my head checked

Got a forty-four mag over here

Hand me that shit and I’ll bag a deer

Witness me ending a fags career

Then hop on my bike with a keg of beer

Off-road, shit bitch 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 shit, 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 bot to the liver

They tryin' but nobody 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 fuckin' hurt

I don’t rep no fuckin' city cause I came from the dirt (X2)