Young Buck Knife

[Chorus]
In the tree stand, call me Young Buck Knife
With the birds, when there’s barely sunlight
If you want come kill me, do it, cause its fuck life
Put a nail in my coffin, making sure it's shut tight

[Verse 1]
I'ma come back any minute, grab the nail and I'm killin' you with it
You didn't hear a single thing, not a cricket
Gonna go and get a shovel and a rope
And then I dig it, put the body in a hole, I 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 and see make me angry
Life is a book on me, and I'm in a story that I shouldn't be
Death to the people, they screaming, they couldn't breath
All the leaders they just look and leave

[Bridge]
Fuck the police, it's been fuck the Government
Break out my cleats, and I'll stomp until they sufferin'
Permanent injuries, you ain't recoverin'
Silence, no speakin', just moderate stuttering'
Fuck the police, it's been fuck the Government
Break out my cleats, and I'll stomp until they sufferin'
Permanent injuries, you ain't recoverin'
Silence, no speakin', just moderate stuttering'

[Verse 2]
Smokin' out of a baggy, you ain’t never seen
Everything I smoke is an exotic, like it came out of a submarine
Rappers bein' controlled by their labels like they some figurines
They make em' wear the dumbest shit I've seen 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 like a genie, I rub on her vase and she do what I wishes
These rappers they all repetitious, the lives that they live are fictitious
I'm huntin’, I’m guttin', I'm dressed like the deer I ate for dinner, delicious

[Chorus]
In the tree stand, call me Young Buck Knife
With the birds, when there’s barely sunlight
If you want come kill me, do it, cause it's fuck life
Put a nail in my coffin, making sure it's shut tight
In the tree stand, call me Young Buck Knife
With the birds, when there’s barely sunlight
If you want come kill me, do it, cause it's fuck life
Put a nail in my coffin, making sure it's shut tight