Ugly Kid Joe "Panhandlin' Prince" |
Sittin' on rusty park bench baby Not much else to do Smoke cigarettes and drink my Micky's It's fine malt liquor brew As I start drinkin and I start thinking That death is on my side Then my heart stops beatin' The streets get reekin' That's suicide (that's right) I grew up in the inner city A chopped part of this town Just another innocent backwards victim Society would like to put down You can call me a boozer Call me a loser Really doesn't matter to me I got a bench for snoozin' Some sauce to keep boozin' That's all I need I keep it comin Sometimes, don't know why Ooo yeah, gonna do it until The day I die (YEAH���..) Consider me �The Duke' As I dine in your dumpster Unsanitary engineer Well I'm the man of the place The panhandlin' master Well I'm pullin' 20 gees a year Said I know it ain't much But at least I'm in touch yeah With reality I wouldn't trade no places To be in rat races No sir'y I keep it comin Sometimes, don't know why Ooo yeah, gonna do it until The day I die I keep it comin Sometimes, don't know why Ooo yeah, gonna do it until The day I die Yo Mr. Trump Can I ask you a question You got some spare change for me, sucker? Now I'm down And there ain't no doubt that, I am here to stay Yeah you see with my brothers Lyin, in the gutter with my, My paper bag in hand Yeah the streets are cold But a least there (so?) All I need�(hey you bum, get a jod) You take away my piece of mind You leave me there to rot and die, yeah yeah But look again, my (dearest?) friend World you live in is just a lie, yeah yeah It's give and take The more you fake, the more pain, the more you lose yeah yeah yeah yeah So livin large, don't take no sides Just siege the day, and drink your booze Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |