Gizmo - Young Buck Knife lyrics

[Chorus] In the tree stand, call me Young Buck Knife With the birds, when there is barely sunlight If you want come kill me, do it, cause it's fu*k life Put a nail in my coffin, make sure it's shut tight [Verse 1] I can come back any minute, and grab the nail and I'm killin' you with it, You didn't hear a single thing, not a cricket Gonna go get a shovel and a rope, and dig it with the body and a hole and fill it up then dismiss it Life is a game to me, it be lookin' sunny but it rained on me Everybody else is fu*kin' lame to me, all this sh*t I hear seem to make me angry Life is a book on me, and I'm in a story that I shouldn't be Detrude the people, they screaming, they couldn't breath All the leaders just look and leave [Hook] fu*k the police, it's been fu*k the Government Break down my cleats, and I'll stomp until they sufferin' Permanent injuries, you ain't recoverin' Silent the speakin', just muttering and stuttering' fu*k the police, it's been fu*k the Government Break down my cleats, and I'll stomp until they sufferin' Permanent injuries, you ain't recoverin' Silent the speakin', just muttering and stuttering' [Verse 2] Smokin' out of a baggy, you've never seen Everything that I smoke is an exotic, like it came out of a submarine Rappers bein' controlled by their labels like they is figurines And make em' wear the dumbest sh*t I've ever this ain't Halloween Came outta' the woods, I never needed help Comin' out your own damn house, lookin' hella passed out Never gave a fu*k about anyone in a nutshell You is a easy farewell, you is a easy go to hell No sip, but I'm vicious I sleep with the fishes That b*tch is like a genie, I rub on her vase and she do what I wishes These rappers are all repetitious, the life they live are fictitious I'm hot n' guttin' and I'm dressed as the deer I ate for dinner, delicious [Chorus/Outro] In the tree stand, call me Young Buck Knife With the birds, when there is barely sunlight If you want come kill me, do it, cause it's fu*k life Put a nail in my coffin, make sure it's shut tight In the tree stand, call me Young Buck Knife With the birds, when there is barely sunlight If you want come kill me, do it, cause it's fu*k life Put a nail in my coffin, make sure it's shut tight