Nu Kid Lyrics

Lemme lemme introduce myself

My name is Luke the Fluke and even you could tell

That I'ma stick this shit where the sun don't shine

'Cause I get pissed a bit whenever the bus ain't on time

Where they at? They better be comin' back in a Cadillac

I ain't get these quarters stacked for nothin', Jack

I'ma have cataracts up in my eyes

By the time Line 109 arrives, I hypothesize

Oh look, I might've spoke too soon

Here it comes, ho hum, I get to sit next to a bum

In the back with the window closed up,

Little bit of throw up stench in my nose, but man, hold up

When I grow up, I'ma have my own bus

Half a dozen honeys in the back gettin' funked up

A driver named Minnie and a million dollars

Silly but really I'm just being honest

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I'm stayin' outta trouble, see how long it lasted

Walkin' down the wrong street, get my ass kicked

By a couple of cholos sippin' Coronas

Gringo alone in the zone, they hit a bonus

Notice I'm wearin' a Yankees cap

And in a hood in L.A., they ain't down with that

sayin', What it do, where you from fool?

I said, I got no beef with you, I'm comin' home from school

But the next thing I knew, my back is on cement

And in that split second, I wish I was Clark Kent

But I wasn't, body blows got my mind fuzzin'

And it ain't the right time or place to call a cousin

So I lay calm and plan my escape

I start foamin' at the mouth all over the place

I'm buggin' out on purpose, straight causin' a ruckus

They look at each other crazy like and say, Fuck this shit!

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My rhymes are nice, but my mind is mad at you

My boss said I need to redefine my attitude

But fuck that shit, cause I quit this job

I'm walkin' out of the door when I twist this knob

Never ever gonna have another order to take

I could find another place with quarters to make

But check it, I never liked workin' with burgers

disservin' the circus of customers, I'd rather burn in a furnace

But go figure, I got beef with my employer

Treat a motherfucker like a Tom Sawyer

I'm just a punk kid overprivileged to you

But I speak up and never miss my cue

In this rat race, it left a bad taste in my mouth

Take a lot more than that to take me out

Take a lot more than that to tie me back

Oh wait, I forgot, you want some fries with that?

You want some fries with that?

Motherfucker

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