Stuck In My Ways

[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, doesn't 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 like we're 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)