[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 bullshit 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 shit, I can't stand you)
(See you sittin' with a bitch that's thick)
(Fat pussy, nice tits, suck a good dick)
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 shit, cryptic
Giving big tips
Any sick prick
Thinking that he's gonna click click
On my clique bitch
Then you need to think big
When you get an inklin', tell me what the fuck you wanna do
I'm sitting here just thinkin' that I'm gonna bother you
With a lot of tunes 'til you can't fuckin' stop it no more
I'm just gonna be cooking up this crack!
(Gimme the recipe then) Every single day's a fucking struggle
Hustle bustle on these motherfucking 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 fuckin' 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 killers, I call 'em all winners
'Cause all of you figured that skippin' this lyrical rope
Is really required as minimal skill
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 bullshit 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 shit, I can't stand you)
(See you sittin' with a bitch that's thick)
(Fat pussy, nice tits, suck a good dick)
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