Lyrics Young Buck Knife - Gizmo

Young Buck Knife

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