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necro - bums lyrics

[chorus]
pistol packin honkey drinkin no money b-m
the b-m from the dark get a job you punk
homeless people livin in the train stations
just lazy b-ms

[mr. hyde]
i’m just a piece of sh-t b-m 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 p-ss and beer but mostly diarrhea
see i sleep on a bench covered in a plastic bag
my feet f-ckin 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-ckin 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] 2x

[necro]
b-ms smell like rancid sh-t lookin like jesus and manson mixed
rockin diseases hepat-tis 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-ck 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 b-m rockin my 8 year old fila jacket
he’ll probably shank someone for you a dollar for hire
’cause 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 b-ms 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] 2x

[uncle howie]
listen mother f-cker get this strait
your momma got a p-ssy like a b 58
runs by electric runs by gas
your momma got a p-ssy like king kong’s -ss
hey little girl does your mother know you’re out?
with your pants off and your p-ssy stickin out
somebody wh-r- poor kid
did you get a hard on not yet
are you gonna get one you bet
oh ho ho ho
b-m b-m a b-m b-m b-m b-m
ho ho ho ho
b-m b-m b-m b-m b-m b-m
cut it cut it cut it

[-sample-]
homeless she’s homeless (cut from metro song _____? )

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