Snak The Ripper - From The Dirt (Official Music Video)

Follow SNAK THE RIPPER on Instagram: Directed by: Stuey Kubrick - @StueyKubrick Aerial Cinematography by: Treven LePage and Bradley Friesen at House Hippo Media Produced by: Lazy Rida - Mixed & Mastered by: Jamie Kuse Album: Snak The Ripper - From The Dirt (Official Release Date: June 17th 2016) Stealth Bomb Records Inc © 2016 All Rights Reserved. Snak The Ripper Links: LYRICS: Chorus: Crawling out the forrest with these stains on my shirt, I been out here in the bushes in the rain doin work, even thinking bout the city makes my brain fuckin hurt, I don’t rep no fuckin city cause I came from the dirt, I’m fuckin, X2 Verse one: 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 gonna 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 back woods, just a red neck, looking 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 tryin to give you a glimpse of the place that I live cause I rep it to death, Imagine me talkin and all that you smell is the oder of whiskey that’s left on my breath, Roll with a squad and we thicker than Blood, Out in the pit where they kickin up Mud, guess you could say that we picky as fuck, twisting 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 the shed, got a jar with a fetus, Out on the Fraser we fishing for sturgeon, Cuttin up meat like kid was a surgeon, drunk in the street while I’m sippin some bourbon, poppin the beat like this bitch was a virgin Chorus: Crawling out the forrest with these stains on my shirt, I been out here in the bushes in the rain doin work, even thinking bout the city makes my brain fuckin hurt, I don’t rep no fuckin city cause I came from the dirt, I’m fuckin, X2 Verse two: My backyard filled with Bears and Eagles, In the the face, I’m staring evil, junkies out here sharing needles, the life we livin is barely legal, All these fiends tryin to hit the rock, ain’t got no money when they hit the block, so they hop the barbwire and pick the lock, just to jack your shit man I shit you not, Make you piss your pants, and leave the 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, Gotta 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 gotta ball and chain, y’all spittin that trash that’s all the same, I got a word for that shit, I call it lame, Down by the river, gotta just giver, on top 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 we run that, keeping an uzi up on the gun rack, I never lose so no need for a come back, covered in booze and I’m hung like a thumb tack, Built a foundation in solid stone, fourty deep or all alone, this dirt right here is all I’ve known, I love this dirt I call it home, Chorus: Crawling out the forrest with these stains on my shirt, I been out here in the bushes in the rain doin work, even thinking bout the city makes my brain fuckin hurt, I don’t rep no fuckin city cause I came from the dirt, I’m fuckin, X2