Bums (feat. Necro, Uncle Howie)

Mr. Hyde

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    [Chorus]
    Pistol packin honkey drinkin no money BUM
    The bum from the dark get a job you punk
    Homeless people livin in the train stations
    Just lazy bums

    [Mr. Hyde]
    I'm just a piece of shit bum stinkin wretched and foul
    When I stumble by you'll have to hold your breath for a while
    I can hear my stomach growl but I got no loot man
    So I'm taxin oranges from your neighborhood fruit stand
    Fishin in the creek thought I saw some movement there
    But if it ain't no fish maybe I'll catch a boot to wear
    Eat a 3 corse meal that I found in debris
    And now I'm off to the park cause water fountains are free
    Got the clap TB wolfing cough and gonorrhea
    Think of puke piss and beer but mostly diarrhea
    See I sleep on a bench covered in a plastic bag
    My feet fuckin stench can't recall my last bath
    Lookin strange on the train beggin you for your change
    Kind of like a sick animal with rabies and mange
    Out my left pant leg urine leak to the floor
    I got fleas like a dog and fuckin wreak like a morgue
    While you worried about your mansion I'm concerned with the street
    And if I had a dollar kid I'd probably burn it for heat
    See I'm frozen alone and sneakerless with toe jam
    Age is 25 but I look like an old man
    I'll tell you I'm starvin and need money for food
    But every penny I use is gettin spent on my booze
    Haven't showered in months I stink like rotted vegetables
    But still hop on the train kid and sit right next to you

    [Chorus x2]

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    [Necro]
    Bums smell like rancid shit lookin like Jesus and Manson mixed
    Rockin diseases hepatitis a leper with a virus
    Rippin the cyborgs full of piracy talks
    Thousands have died in the parks from Parkinsons
    And hypothermia like victims in Germany
    In the infirmary lazy permanently
    Lookin like a deranged fuck walkin the streets with a change cup
    Full of zombies dying for a salami a slice of pastrami
    Spend a night in a lobby fiendin for a blanket
    I seen a bum rockin my 8 year old Fila jacket
    He'll probably shank someone for you a dollar for hire
    Cuz he'll do anything for a frank and some papaya
    Refuse to work a leech on permanent vacation
    In Hibernation asleep under the boardwalk at the beach
    In junkyards collecting bottles in shopping carts
    Human roaches infested shelters stinkin like rottin farts
    Carpenter bums stay hands on
    Building homes made of cardboard boxes that cats breakdance on
    Vietnam vets with no legs that can't afford eggs
    Begs dressed in rags rockin a bag full of dreads

    [Chorus x2]

    [Uncle Howie]
    Listen mother fucker get this strait
    Your momma got a pussy like a B 58
    Runs by electric runs by gas
    Your momma got a pussy like King Kong's ass
    Hey little girl does your mother know you're out?
    With your pants off and your pussy stickin out
    Somebody whore poor kid
    Did you get a hard on not yet
    Are you gonna get one you bet
    Oh ho ho ho
    Bum bum a bum bum bum bum
    Ho ho ho ho
    Bum bum bum bum bum bum
    Cut it cut it cut it

    [sample]
    Homeless she's homeless

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