[Chorus: Kid Bookie with Corey Taylor]
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 1: 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 inkling, tell me what the fuck you wanna do
I'm sitting here just thinking that I'm gonna bother you
With a lot of tunes till you can't fucking 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 losing faith again
Forsaking them in Satan's den and making 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 fucking change again
Where the hell have I been? (Wait)
100 percent of the effort I'm giving is real
Living and sinning is really beginning to feel
Syllable killers, I call 'em all winners
'Cause all of you figured that skipping this lyrical rope
Is really required as minimal skill
Ahead of my time, I'm telling you why
It's never been evident leveling guys
Is ever never the reason I ever survived
Incredible legends are giving me life
The minute I finish diminishing gimmicks
These lyrics will give us a critical hit-list
I'm feeling to bill it and really puff in it
Acidic when spitting these lines (Wait)
[Chorus: Kid Bookie with Corey Taylor]
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

[Verse 2: Corey Taylor]
Sittin' under pressure from the showers
Feelin' like a minute but I'm goin' on for hours
Then again, I know I gotta use (Wait)
What has occurred, what in the world, does it even mean?
Running away, never the same, circle back to me
One of the ingrates has landed
None of your minds have expanded
Now that the gang has disbanded
Who have you taken red-handed?
I just wanna be away, away from the eyes that judge me
The ears that assume and the mouths that won't shut up
You're losin' focus, you broke us, you know you can't give up
Picking it apart but it's pointless
And now it won't add up, fuck!
What do you want? What do you really need?
Is it enough? Taking enough, just to let it bleed
Like a broken record does, total lack of movin' on
It's only repetition now
It's only repetition now
It's only repetition now
Jesus Christ, gimme a buck, needle and junk
I don't wanna dwell, I wanna groove
Who says the devil can't smile?
Who wants to sleep for a while?
Who loves the feel of denial?
Who couldn't see it for miles?
Who was afraid of the trial?
Who says the devil can't smile?
[Chorus: Kid Bookie with Corey Taylor]
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

[Outro: Corey Taylor]
(I just wanna be away)
(I just wanna be away)
I just wanna be away
(I just wanna be away)