THE BROOKLYN TABERNACLE CHOIR

THE BROOKLYN TABERNACLE CHOIR - Favorite Song Of All 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 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]

[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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