Mickey Avalon - Mickey Avalon (2007) by Mickey Avalon (보컬) on maniadb.com

(We are going to have open sexual intercourse on every street corner of America)

It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
That God must be one sick motherfucker
So I bust a nut in the sky
Spend another day waiting to die

I came twice this shit as any German scheisse the flick
I'll sperm on your perm, leave cigarette burns on your tits
It's Mickey Avalon all up in your prom
Pissing in the fruit punch with a baby blue tuxedo on

The dopest rapper this century
I sodomized your father in a federal penitentiary
And on the day I got out
I went to your mother's house and slept on the couch

A street walker selling cock for rock
At the flea market trying to hock my watch
I stay on beat when I work the concrete
Some honeys give me money, and others do my laundry

Mickey Avalon, the kosher salami
For twenty you get Chachi for forty he gets you Fonzie
A motherfucker hustler kamikaze
I use to bust tables but now I sell my body

It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
That God must be one sick motherfucker
So I bust a nut in the sky
Spend another day waiting to die

It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
That God must be one sick motherfucker
So I bust a nut in the sky
Spend another day waiting to die

(Here is how we're gonna do it
For the first time in America
There is a generation of visionary-maniac-white-mother-country-dope-fiend-rock'n'roll-freaks
Who are ready to get down)

I deliver quick with the magic stick
Tragedy subsides when honeys rub on it
It's Mickey Avalon, dick thick as a baton
The illest motherfucker from here to Vietnam

I used to work nights at Hot Cock dot com
But then I got fired when my mom logged on
I'm on the run, my dad's a bum
I asked my girl if she loved me and she just said 'ummm'

I bust flows that turn nuns to hos
So wake you from your slumber then shake you out ya clothes
There aren't no other late night lover
All up on the track like Scatman Crothers

I'll bust through the shutters, masked in a rubber
Duct tape your mother and butt-rape your brother
Break down the lumber and shake my cucumber
When you're at home alone you know my phone number

It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
That God must be one sick motherfucker
So I bust a nut in the sky
Spend another day waiting to die

It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
That God must be one sick motherfucker
So I bust a nut in the sky
Spend another day waiting to die

It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
That God must be one sick motherfucker
So I bust a nut in the sky
Spend another day waiting to die

It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
That God must be one sick motherfucker
So I bust a nut in the sky
Spend another day waiting to die

I like a girl with caked up makeup
In the sunshine smoking cigarettes to pass the time
Who wakes up to a bottle of wine on the nightstand
Bites and scratches the blinds

But I ain't found one quite right yet
So I step with pep to the park or supermarket
Her apartment best be messy
And Lisa don't mind when I call her Leslie

She's gotta dress with class
And Jean Paul Gaultier and a Hermes bag
And four inch tips made of ostrich
Sharp enough to slit your wrists her lips spread gossip

Won't say sorry when she offends
She comes over to my place in her old man's Benz
In gold and silver and jewels of all colors
And she doesn't take 'em off when we're tearing up the covers

Come on and get it before I change my mind
Come on kid, don't waste my time
So rich, so pretty
The best piece of ass in the whole damn city
So rich, so pretty

I like a girl who eats and brings it up
A sassy little frassy with bulimia
Her best friend's a plastic surgeon
And when her Beamer's in the shop she rolls the Benz

Manis and pedis on Sundays and Wednesdays
Money from mommy lovely in Versace
Costly sprees, it's on at Barney's
And I love to watch her go through fifty g's calmly

She gets naughty with her pilates body
And thinks it's really funny when her nose goes bloody
'Cause the blow is so yummy and it keeps her tummy empty
And makes her act more friendly

Dance the night away
And she won't say nothing when she makes your man stray

Come on and get it before I change my mind
Come on kid, don't waste my time
So rich, so pretty
Come on and get it before I change my mind
Come on kid, don't waste my time
So rich, so pretty
The best piece of ass in the whole damn city

I've had your kind before, Mickey
Coke in my purse, Mickey
Lock the door, Mickey
You're just a midnight snack
Shhhh, don't talk back
You're just a boy Mickey
You're just a toy Mickey
You're just a boy Mickey

Come on and get it before I change my mind
Come on kid, don't waste my time
So rich, so pretty
The best piece of ass in the whole damn city
So rich, so pretty
So rich, so pretty
So rich, so pretty

So rich, so pretty
So rich, so rich
so pretty, so pretty
Mickey, Mickey
So pretty, so pretty
Mickey, Mickey
The best piece of ass in this whole damn city
Mickey, Mickey
The best piece of ass in this whole damn city
Mickey, Mickey
The best piece of ass in this whole damn city
Mickey

I had a baby named Jane
She could shake that thing
Said her daddy used to hang with Johnny Coltrane
She sang the soul train with a friend named Jen
Her booty was bigger than a Mercedes Benz

Jen was a hurty burty dirty little girlie
I heard it from a birdie she could cook a mean turkey
With gravy baby, baby, baby
Baby was Jen's best friend
And maybe

If you were lucky
Licky licky sucky sucky
Mickey, Mickey, fuck me, fuck me
More junk in the trunk than a Honda
I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda

One, two, three, four
Get your booty on the dance floor
Work it out, shake it little momma
Lemme see you do the Jane Fonda

Five, six, seven, now
If you don't know, let me show you how
To work it out, work it little momma
I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda

I had a princess, queen of incest
She was inbred but Jean had big breasts
And big eyes and a big ass to match
Jean wasn't fast, she was easy to catch

Then came Molly
A hood from Hollywood High
So fly she was transatlantic
She was a manic depressive (manic depressive)
Which was impressive

Very impressive
I had to test it
Tasted like chicken and was lemon scented
She took me home to her momma
I taught 'em both how to Jane Fonda

One, two, three, four
Get your booty on the dance floor
Work it out, shake it little momma
Lemme see you do the Jane Fonda

Five, six, seven, now
If you don't know, let me show you how
To work it out, work it little momma
I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda

I had a doll named Dana from Santa Ana
She was a waitress at the Copa Cabanna
She was slammin' and her ass was jammin'
Like Janet Jackson in the Rhythm Nation

Her brother Jason had a girl named Grace
And you could see her ass from outer space
So I landed on her planet
And I planted a Mickey Av flag in it, dammit

One, two, three, four
Get your booty on the dance floor
Work it out, shake it little momma
Lemme see you do the Jane Fonda

Five, six, seven, now
If you don't know, let me show you how
To work it out, work it little momma
I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda

One, two, three, four
Get your booty on the dance floor
Work it out, shake it little momma
Lemme see you do the Jane Fonda

Five, six, seven, now
If you don't know, let me show you how
To work it out, work it little momma
I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda

One, two, three, four
Get your booty on the dance floor
Work it out, shake it little momma
Lemme see you do the Jane Fonda

Five, six, seven, now
If you don't know, let me show you how
To work it out, work it little momma
I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda

One, two, three, four
Get your booty on the dance floor
Work it out, shake it little momma
Lemme see you do the Jane Fonda

Five, six, seven, now
If you don't know, let me show you how
To work it out, work it little momma
I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda

Liza was a lesbian who lived in the Bronx
She used to make me dinner
When the winter's were long
Liza packed a pistol
And a train to St. John
A long lincoln contenential took a boat near and far

We used to count stars
While Mary tended bar Liza's long term Lover Mary buried her last broad
Stuck her twice quick, with an ice pick
Workin' on the night shift
Then took flight in light so bright it

Hurt her eyes so she cursed the skies
Gripping her purse tight bursting through The night
With her hands washed clean
Of the murder scene, she moved
To New York City hung with
Hookers and fenes

Then one night she Met Liza in the bar that she worked
Serving appetizers in a button down shirt,
They got along and together liked high Heels and short skirts
So Mary packed Her bags and she became liza's bird
Then I saw less and less of Liza and the last That I heard of her
Mary murdered her

Roll the dice, every soul's gotta price
For a fene while your teen do things you can't believe
And kids in poverty pull tricks and robberies
So do what you gotta do to get off the streets

Jesse moved to Hollywood to take his great chance
With a dream in his heart And a blade in his pants
Jesse waited Tables at a fancy place on Robinson
When David Harses's daughter strutted In and spotted him She said

'hey little Cutie you're a beauty follow me',
And took him to all the best parties in The city
Introduced to the new Producers on the scene
He did all he Could to get his face on the screen

Jesse learned how to slouch with his ass On the casting couch
And took it like a champ when they Passed him around
He read script after Script and sucked a whole lotta dick
But the only films that Jesse ever made Were jack-off flicks

So one night he took The blade that he got from his pops,
Dragged it across his throat and left a Note in the mailbox

Roll the dice, every soul's gotta price
For a fene while your teen do things you can't believe
And kids in poverty pull tricks and robberies
So do what you gotta do to get off the streets

Roll the dice, every soul's gotta price
For a fene while your teen do things you can't believe
And kids in poverty pull tricks and robberies
So do what you gotta do to get somethin' to eat

Heidi wore a nighty when she worked on the Ave, and shiny black stilettos and a Red leather bag
Heidi took the dough up Front and went south
she would pick yer Pocket with cha dick in her mouth

After she left the trick broke, she'd hit Him up for a smoke
then count her loot And go shoot some coke
she was cute As a button, sweeter than a muffin
But Heidi slit your throat if you don't pay For her lovin

me and Heidi first met on Vine and Sunset
she was pourin' sweat Out the corvette
she looked at me and Cringed said 'Hey you over there'
if You've got the syringe follow me and Ill Share

we went, back to my room and Used my harpoon
noddin' off on the Couch watchin' cartoons
and when the Sun went down, she said Ill see ya Around
the last I heard of Heidi she had Moved outta town

keepin' the place tidy For some high payin' fool
one night she Thought she was a fish, and drowned in The pool

Roll the dice, every soul's gotta price
For a fene while your teen do things you can't believe
And kids in poverty pull tricks and robberies
So do what you gotta do to get something to eat

Roll the dice, every soul's gotta price
For a fene while your teen do things you can't believe
And kids in poverty pull tricks and robberies
So do what you gotta do to get something to eat

Who that dude sleepin' with ya girlfriend
Gettin' nude and rude in your bed
Same dude that your sister like
Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right

Who that man in the black Sedan
With two cheap hookers and a Mexican
Pumpin' white lines, sippin' warm Coors Light
Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right

Stab on the ave, on the back of green grass
Young teen on the scene, no future, no past
I don't know nothin' 'bout nothin' so don't ask nothin'
'Cause I only be talkin' out my ass

Somethin' smells fishy and I don't know what
But I got a hunch it's your lady
I'm little bit country and a little bit punk
I got a pistol named Sunny that whistles when he's rubbed

The wrong way, Mickey Avalon song playing
Strippers so strip's up, entrees for Dante Alighieri
I seen a better day
Wine, and cheese, fine ladies, and lemonade

Gettin' paid for rhymes like these
And I never even learned to say my ABC's
With ADD I rock the beat
Like AC/DC, deeds done cheep

Who that dude sleepin' with your girlfriend
Gettin' nude and rude in your bed
Same dude that your sister like
Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right

Who that man in the black Sedan
With two cheap hookers and a Mexican
Pumpin' white lines, sippin' warm Coors Light
Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right

Radio can't wait to play me
From K-Rock in L.A. to rooftops in Haiti
Hey baby, he's Mr. Wrong
And maybe you should listen to the words in this song

Bird on a wire, your skirt's on fire
Now please take a moment to admire my attire
Fresh white valleys and pink tube socks
Tight gray Levi's and shirts with polka dots

Rolex watch but it's fake
Gold gazelle glasses and a platinum chain
But it's fake, like your tits
And your eyes, and your nose, and your lips, and your braids

The glitz in LA got me ready to play
Anytime, anyplace, anywhere, any day
Every night on the Strip I slip and slide
I'm that guy, call me Mr. Right

Who that dude sleepin' with your girlfriend
Gettin' nude and rude in your bed
Same dude that your sister like
Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right

Who that man in the black Sedan
With two cheap hookers and a Mexican
Pumpin' white lines, sippin' warm Coors Light
Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right

The road to the top, through crossguards and hard knocks
Copper penny times and endless city blocks
Thieves straight as an arrow and crooked rent-a-cops
Shooting craps in the back of vacant lots

Free-range circus acts and worthless facts
Dancing in my solar soggy bowl Dig 'Ems Smacks
Fist-fucking faggots at the White on gymmats
Rats run the wire while I'm looking for a match

I go back and forth just like a Cameo song
Honeys wanna love me but the line is too long
I make 'em take a number
Wake 'em from their slumber
What you know about Mickey?(He's a bad motherfucker)

Truckers get my digits off the stalls of rest stops
I'm sick on the microphone like smallpox
Wild-eyed babies go crazy when I rock
Blind old ladies into diabetic shock

'Cause it's all the same when they call my name
Mickey Avalon, hustler hall of fame
There ain't no ball and chain, to hold me down
I got a golden smile and a platinum frown

'Cause it's all the same when they call my name
Mickey Avalon, hustler hall of fame
There ain't no ball and chain, to hold me down
I got a golden smile and a platinum frown

I flow like Niagara, go tell your manager
That Mickey Avalon ain't no motherfuckin' amateur
I fly flicks with my dick at your camera
I rip the stick out my girl's Porsche Carrera

I brought your whole formula, just warmin' up
Storm the frontline and then I find a spot for lunch
Toxic-proof punch when the loot comes
Rocket boosters with my boots on

Underneath the tundra reach out for the Thundercats
Holds no better than this brother act
I ripped the rubber mats out your lover's pad
And kicked your mother's ass right in front of your dad

Last night, a brass pipe and a flashlight
Smashed my crown and left me down with a black eye
The bad guy, walking over landmines
Who can't die but still tries

'Cause it's all the same when they call my name
Mickey Avalon, hustler hall of fame
There ain't no ball and chain, to hold me down
I got a golden smile and a platinum frown

'Cause it's all the same when they call my name
Mickey Avalon, hustler hall of fame
There ain't no ball and chain, to hold me down
I got a golden smile and a platinum frown

Leave your God and your politics back at home
'Cause I just wanna drink and be left alone
I gotta girl who likes to talk my ear off, see
So when I'm at the bar stay away from me

Don't ask for a smoke or to make some change
I don't care about your kid or your menstrual pains
You can call me rude but I like my solitude
And we don't need to chat while we're playing pool

So stay cool mister, I wasn't lookin' at your sister
That snaggletoothed sea hag, lips all blistered
Now rack the balls while I'm in the stall
Pissin' out vodka and walkin' up the walls

I turn off the ringer when my lady calls
Don't point your finger unless you want a brawl
I chalk up my cue and sink the eight ball
Then reach into my pocket and light a Pall Mall

'Cause it's all the same when they call my name
Mickey Avalon, hustler hall of fame
There ain't no ball and chain, to hold me down
I got a golden smile and a platinum frown

'Cause it's all the same when they call my name
Mickey Avalon, hustler hall of fame
There ain't no ball and chain, to hold me down
I got a golden smile and a platinum frown

For next to nothin', your soul could be mine
Now that I got your attention, look you dead in the eyes
If you're gunna make a move, better be quick
Because the last motherfucker stuttered and got clipped

I stick and move like a dog in the night
Who proud but won't growl before I'm gun' bite
Street lamps light the way as I stray
Past the corner liquor store and the penny arcade

Juiced on bennys and hard lemonade
I boost so many sweets I've got tooth decay
Who say, that Mickey can't rock you right
I've been up for 2 days straight and 3 nights

I wear my lee's tight
and tapered at the bottom
I bought them at the swap meet in Spanish Harlem
So if you got a problem, you know where I'm at
Lurkin' in the garden with snakes and gutter rats

At the end of the eve we roll up our sleeves
Mess with my stake and I'm gonna have to swing
So don't make nothin' more difficult
Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull

At the end of the eve we roll up our sleeves
Mess with my stake and I'm gonna have to swing
So don't make nothin' more difficult
Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull

With eyes on the back of my head after dark
I'm just a lone drifter on the lookout for a mark
I've got angles that'll tangle masterminds with heart
Fuck it I'll even run a bum for his shopping cart

When I was young my father, rest in peace
Taught me how to pick a pocket and copy car keys
As a little boy I'd hop through chimneys
Skilled at the art of making enemies

So if you got beef better have good luck
Because even if you knock me down, I'll get up
And if you don't kill me, I'm gonna slice your gut
With a straight edge razor
Riddled with rust

Blood lust takes me over when I close my eyes
And look back over these jet black skies
My time here may be short along
So when I rhyme here I'm gonna light this on

At the end of the eve we roll up our sleeves
Mess with my stake and I'm gonna have to swing
So don't make nothin' more difficult
Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull

At the end of the eve we roll up our sleeves
Mess with my stake and I'm gonna have to swing
So don't make nothin' more difficult
Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull

What you lookin' at punk you don't know me from Adam
And you have the nerve to step on my Chucks fuck that
I wasn't brought up to turn the other cheek
I'll break your mothers back, just for touchin' me

I crush MC's with line step line they're mute
Strangalin' triangles, spheres, and cubes
The day old leader throwin' jabs and slabs
Of meat, that hang on hooks and straight stink

Go play the clubs that love to dance
Where chumps step bump me as they walk on past
Avalon don't care none for breasts
Less they cook and clean and wipe my ass

At the end of the eve we roll up our sleeves
Mess with my stake and I'm gonna have to swing
So don't make nothin' more difficult
Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull

At the end of the eve we roll up our sleeves
Mess with my stake and I'm gonna have to swing
So don't make nothin' more difficult
Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull

My attitude is all fucked up and real shitty
Crazy ill mad rap
My attitude is all fucked up and real shitty
Crazy ill mad rap
My attitude is all fucked up and real shitty
Crazy ill mad rap
My attitude is all fucked up and real shitty
Crazy ill mad rap

All my friends and all my lovers are... dead
Some from cheap narcotics and others from... lead
The filthy rich and the dirt-dirt poor
Are all the same when they can't take no more
'Cause all my friends and all my lovers are... dead

A slit wrist leaves a mess
On the breakfast table, oh yes
Betta' cut deep 'fore you go to sleep
Or in the morning you're the one who gonna have to clean

Days I've seen make a priest lose his beliefs
Like Kathy crawlin' 'cross the carpet in the bloodstained briefs
Chewin' pills like she was starvin' for a taste of relief
Her last wind was in the trash can; couldn't beat the disease

All my friends and all my lovers are... dead
Some from cheap narcotics and others from... lead
The filthy rich and the dirt-dirt poor
Are all the same when they can't take no more
'Cause all my friends and all my lovers are... dead

Johnny made a record, went straight to number one
But Johnny had a little fascination with guns
And cocaine, he couldn't stand to take the slow train
Got a little fortune, lost his breaks in the rain, ooo

What to do when your luck is through
Whether you come from the slums or live in Malibu
Seen runnin' down the avenue
Mickey Avalon with an attitude

All my friends and all my lovers are... dead
Some from cheap narcotics and others from... lead
The filthy rich and the dirt-dirt poor
Are all the same when they can't take no more
'Cause all my friends and all my lovers are... dead

Lean Lee Tucker was a mean motherfucker
Seen him knock a man clean out his corduroy slippers
And that same man's queen, been that mouse who took a hit of
Found him lifeless as a log in the Mississippi river

Tara was a stripper, died on the shitter
With a smile on her face and her hand on her liver
But I ain't mad, I forgive her
I just get a little sad every time I fuck her sister

I stroll down the Ave like big Johnny Rogers
I pull tricks for a fix and tonight
I got flows for hos with low self esteem and
More for those swallow protein

The kid from the 60s stars in skin flicks and
Pays the rent inch after inch
But now I get fly with lyrics
While you guys be on some queer shit

Check out the way I take a mark for
All that he's got and a whole lot more
'Cause when your drawers hit your ankles
I un'take the shank out my sock and take the bank roll

Oh shit you just got lit by an illegitimate kid out the orphanage run and shit.
Im cumin with styles you can't handle
smoother than the velvet Elvis that was hanging from my mantle
So light a candle and praise yo' Lord
Mickey Avalon's some shit you can afford.

All up on the scene, dipped in Vaseline
In a mask and jeans, girl I'll smash your dreams
All up on the scene, dipped in Vaseline
In a mask and jeans girl

I'm'a constraint hotty getting saucy at the swap meet
If you want to party
Get my number and call me
From dawn to dusk I bust nuts and shoot Charlie
When you got some money then come and get yo' jollies

A Quarantine in this California dream
All up on the scene dipped in Vaseline
My foster parents told me that I could be
Anything I wanted to so I became me

Mickey Avalon, the kid who runs free
Serving sucka mcs and getting paid for my delivery
I freak beats that stain yo silk sheets
Filthy on the mike like lenny bruce used to be

They had brooster in the pantry,
Howlin' like a banshee and
Even when I'm wearin' panties I stay manly

All up on the scene, dipped in Vaseline
In a mask and jeans, girl I'll smash your dreams
All up on the scene, dipped in Vaseline
In a mask and jeans girl

In the Hollywood hills,
Swallowing pills,
Tipsy off scotch whiskey,
Sniffin' blow thro hundred dolla bills.
I toast my (mostas) from coast to coast,
In penthouse suits
With out any clothes

I used to stroll to avid holes in my shoes
But now I fly first class and
Bask in sun tanning booths.
Hustling gay dudes for Quaaludes,
Out by the pool,
In a baby blue bathing suit.

Waiting for Jesus to bring the juice
I was payin dues while you was playin in school
I took the whole scene over with the flow from my lips
Here's an autographed picture for yo lil sis

My days of turning tricks are behind me
Unless you got the time to wine and dine me

All up on the scene, dipped in Vaseline
In a mask and jeans, girl I'll smash your dreams
All up on the scene, dipped in Vaseline
In a mask and jeans girl

All up on the scene, dipped in Vaseline
In a mask and jeans, girl I'll smash your dreams
All up on the scene, dipped in Vaseline
In a mask and jeans girl