(We are going to have open sexual intercourse on every street corner of America.)
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Looking out the window when I can't help but wonder,
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That God must be one sick motherfucker,
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So I bust a nut in the sky,
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Spend another day waiting to die.
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I kick twice the shit as any German shiesse flick,
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I'll sperm on your perm, leave cigarette burns on your tits,
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It's Mickey Avalon, all up in your prom,
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Pissing in the fruit punch with a baby blue tuxedo on,
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The dopest rapper this century,
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I sodomized your father in the federal penitentiary,
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And on the day I got out,
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I went to your mother's house and slept on the couch,
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A street walker selling cock-for-rock,
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At the flea market trying to hock my watch,
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I stay on beat when I work the concrete,
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Some honeys give me money, and others do my laundry,
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Mickey Avalon the kosher salami,
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For twenty you get Chachi for forty gets you Fonzie,
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A motherfuckin hustler kamikaze,
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I use to bust tables but now I sell my body.
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Looking out the window when I can't help but wonder,
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That God must be one sick motherfucker,
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So I bust a nut in the sky,
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Spend another day waiting to die.
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Looking out the window when I can't help but wonder,
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That God must be one sick motherfucker,
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So I bust a nut in the sky,
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Spend another day waiting to die.
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(Here is how we're gonna do it,
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For the first time in America ,
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There is a generation of visionary-maniac-white-mother-country-dope-fiend-rock'n'roll-freaks
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Who are ready to get down).
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I deliver quick with the magic stick,
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Tragedy subsides when honeys rub on it,
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It's Mickey Avalon, dick thick as a baton,
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The illest motherfucker from here to Vietnam,
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I used to work nights at Hot Cock dot com,
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But then I got fired when my mom logged on,
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I'm on the run, my dad's a bum,
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I asked my girl if she loved me and she just said 'ummm',
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I bust flows that turn nuns to hoes,
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So wake you from your slumber then shake you out ya clothes,
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There aren't no other late night lover,
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All up on the track like Scatman Crothers,
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I'll bust through the shutters, masked in a rubber,
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Duct tape your mother and butt-rape your brother,
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Break down the lumber and shake my cucumber,
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When you're at home alone you know my phone number.
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Looking out the window when I can't help but wonder,
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That God must be one sick motherfucker,
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So I bust a nut in the sky,
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Spend another day waiting to die.
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Looking out the window when I can't help but wonder,
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That God must be one sick motherfucker,
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So I bust a nut in the sky,
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Spend another day waiting to die.
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Looking out the window when I can't help but wonder,
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That God must be one sick motherfucker,
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So I bust a nut in the sky,
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Spend another day waiting to die.
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Looking out the window when I can't help but wonder,
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That God must be one sick motherfucker,
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So I bust a nut in the sky,
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Spend another day waiting to die.
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Waiting To Die
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| Mickey Avalon |
