Mr. Hyde - Bums lyrics

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Mr. Hyde - Bums lyrics

(feat. Necro, Uncle Howie) [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 sh** 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 f**in 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 f**in 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] [Necro] Bums smell like rancid sh** 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 f** 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 f**er get this strait Your momma got a p**y like a B 58 Runs by electric runs by gas Your momma got a p**y like King Kong's a** Hey little girl does your mother know you're out? With your pants off and your p**y stickin out Somebody who*e 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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