I am drinking with the hobos
I am drinking with the hobos
I am drinking with the hobos
I am drinking with the hobos

[Zilla]
Chillin’ with the hobos
Drinking by the bridge
Big canned Miller's
Gonna give me liquid shits

Looking for the law
But they all missed me
Getting messed up
For a dollar and fifty

They can’t sell 40's
But how bout
Some eight ounce cans
Then thirty two
So I am the fucked up man

Now I am a drunk mess
I just got a drunk text
Quarters for rubbers
Means I am ready for drunk sex

Crossing my fingers
That you're cleaner than the laundry
Spent three dollars
Poppin' bottles of Andre

I got all these bubbles
All these bubbles is bubbling up
All these bubbles
All these bubbles that’s up in and in my cup

Now riding the rails
Ain't as easy as it seems
When you got champagne wishes
And caviar dreams

So pour another drink
Cuz I'm feelin' great
And about to pass the mic
To my good friend Nate

[Nasty Nate]
NBF said it
So I don't know what to say
I want to fuck too
So how 'bout a three way

Chili mac in a bowl
Steaming in the moonlight
Empties under rocks
Gotta keep em out of sight

Archaeologists will find them
Dig 'em up right
Put our cans behind glass
And they'll study us tonight

Let's brush our teeth
At the 7-Eleven
On our backs
On my raft
Like on a cloud
This is heaven

We might seem wild
But we'll try to mind our manors
Surrounded by more bitches
Than Mr. Danny Tanner

This House is Full
And it's time to start the party
We'll stay up all night
And in the morning grab some coffee

Some like decaf
Others like regular
The word on the street is
Your pussy's triangular

Here at Sound and Vision
Is cool as coleslaw
Here to heat it up
It's my old friend Bearclaw

[Bearclaw]
Pop goes the top
To another 40
Now I'm four deep
And the night's at warp-speed

Try to talk to girls
But they just ignore me
Sneak in my house
Can't see like Geordi

King Cobra's venom is
Running through my veins
Shards of glass in my dick
Cuz I tried to fuck a window pain

With time to reflect
On my tore up erection
mom was right: I love myself
I tried to fucked my reflection

Spilling drinks on boobs
Is my forte
Like fucking hockey moms
is to Coach Bombay
*Quack*

Ducks fly together
or so i've been told
so i'll knuckle-puck you ladies
and then go for the gold

When we fuck when I'm drunk
it's skin-a-max scrambled
I'm like a drunk driver
Leave your pussy in shambles

I am drinking with the hobos
I am drinking with the hobos