Young Buck Knife - Gizmo

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 fuck life

Put a nail in my coffin, make sure it’s shut tight

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 fuckin' lame to me, all this shit 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

Fuck the police, it’s been fuck the Government

Break down my cleats, and I’ll stomp until they sufferin'

Permanent injuries, you ain’t recoverin'

Silent their speakin', just muttering and stuttering'

Fuck the police, it’s been fuck the Government

Break down my cleats, and I’ll stomp until they sufferin'

Permanent injuries, you ain’t recoverin'

Silent their speakin', just muttering and stuttering'

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 shit 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 fuck 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 bitch 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

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 fuck 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 fuck life

Put a nail in my coffin, make sure it’s shut tight