text: 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 its fuck life
  Put a nail in my coffin, make sure its shut tight
  I can come back any minute, and grab the nail and Im killin you with it
  You didnt 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 Im in a story that I shouldnt be
  Detrude the people, they screaming, they couldnt breath
  All the leaders just look and leave
  Fuck the police, its been fuck the Government
  Break down my cleats, and Ill stomp until they sufferin
  Permanent injuries, you aint recoverin
  Silent their speakin, just muttering and stuttering
  Fuck the police, its been fuck the Government
  Break down my cleats, and Ill stomp until they sufferin
  Permanent injuries, you aint recoverin
  Silent their speakin, just muttering and stuttering
  Smokin out of a baggy, youve 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 Ive ever this aint 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 Im 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
  Im hot n guttin and Im 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 its fuck life
  Put a nail in my coffin, make sure its 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 its fuck life
  Put a nail in my coffin, make sure its shut tight