[Chorus: Kid Bookie]
I’ve been stuck in my ways (Ways)
Feelin’ like I’m gonna explode
I’m already on the verge of clutching a gauge? (Gauge)
Bullet with your name on it, or my name
Just depends how I feel on the day (Day)
All this bullsh** I’m just seein’, stop
(Yeah) I just wanna be away
(I don’t even wanna be around you)
(To tell the truth, you little s**t, I can’t stand you)
(See you sittin’ with a b***h that’s thick)
(Fat p***y, nice tits, s** a good d**k)
I just wanna be away
(Puffin’ big weed, this ain’t bamboo)
(The type of flower make a brotha go cuckoo)
(A lot of man can’t do what I can do)
(I’m the big dog ’round here)
I just wanna be away
[Verse: Kid Bookie]
666, Misfits
Sick of this s**t, cryptic
Giving big tips
Any sick prick
Thinking that he’s gonna click click
On my clique b***h
Then you need to think big
When you get an inklin’, tell me what the f**k you wanna do
I’m sitting here just thinkin’ that I’m gonna bother you
With a lot of tunes ’til you can’t f**in’ stop it no more
I’m just gonna be cooking up this crack!
(Gimme the recipe then) Every single day’s a f*****g struggle
Hustle bustle on these motherf**ing streets
A puzzle some will crumble
Rubble bursting over to your shoes and you can’t move
I’m losin’ faith again
Forsakin’ them in Satan’s den and makin’ men look alien
I bestow my pain on them and make them open up their cranium
A stadium of energy couldn’t hold me, I’m titanium
Can’t melt these beams, it seems like I’m in need of f**in’ change again!
Where the hell have I been? (Wait)
100 percent of the effort I’m givin’ is real
Livin’ and sinnin’ is really beginnin’ to feel
Syllable k**ers, I call ’em all winners
‘Cause all of you figured that skippin’ this lyrical rope
Is really required as minimal sk**
Ahead of my time, I’m telling you why
It’s never been, evident levelin’ guys
Is ever never the reason I ever survived
Incredible legends are givin’ me life
The minute I finish diminishin’ gimmicks
These lyrics will give us a critical hit-list
I’m feelin’ to bill it and really puff in it
Acidic when spittin’ these lines! (Wait)
[Chorus: Kid Bookie]
I’ve been stuck in my ways (Ways)
Feelin’ like I’m gonna explode
I’m already on the verge of clutching a gauge? (Gauge)
Bullet with your name on it, or my name
Just depends how I feel on the day (Day)
All this bullsh** I’m just seein’ stop
(Yeah) I just wanna be away
(I don’t even wanna be around you)
(To tell the truth, you little s**t, I can’t stand you)
(See you sittin’ with a b***h that’s thick)
(Fat p***y, nice tits, s** a good d**k)
I just wanna be away
(Puffin’ Big weed this ain’t bamboo)
(The type of flower make a brotha go koo koo)
(A lot of man can’t do what I can do)
(I’m the big dog ’round here)
I just wanna be away