Buried

Mind of a stoner keep to myself don't mind being a loner smoking all that pot take a dab I'll take it hot writing out a script I finished the plot going ghost call me Danny phantom I enjoy the silence don't need no fake bitches putting their nose in my fucking business take that sword and shove it up your ass ain't even worth my time dude who the fuck are you I'll be buried in gold x 4 They keep talking their shit hissing in their pits instead of shoveling dirt I threw flames I took my pen and put respect to my name Dealing with the best grew up in a small town where we smoke our weed we smoke loud time to put some motherfuckers heads down free masons can't drop me, fake bitch can't stop me i picked up the bar I never dropped it loaded up your gun and you shot it don't make me remind you who the boss is you sacrifice animals i pray to crosses I'll be buried in gold x 4 Say they'll beat my ass but I have no bruises started this shit when you stuck your nose in my life so now I'm coming at your throat with a knife get down on your knees start begging for your life time to move on you got your business i got mine you made your choice now your behind bitch to be honest you don't even cross my mind I'll be buried in gold x 4