Mickey Avalon Waiting to die Lyrics

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

[Chorus:]
Lookin' out the window at night, can't help but wonder
That God must be one sick m_________er
So I bust a nut in the sky
Spend another day waiting to die

I kick twice the s___ as any German scheiße the flick
I'll sperm on your perm, leave cigarette burns on your t__s
It's Mickey Avalon all up in your prom
p___ing 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 c___ 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 but forty gets you Fonzie
A m_________er hustler kamikaze
I use to bus tables but now I sell my body

[Chorus x2]

(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 subside when honeys rub on it
It's Mickey Avalon, d___ thick as a baton
The illest m_________er from here to Vietnam
I used to work nights at Hot c___ dot com
But then I got fired when my mom logged on
I'm on the run, my dad's a b__
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 shudders, masked in a rubber
Duct tape your mother and b___-rape your brother
Break down the lumber and shake my cucumber
When you're at home alone you know my phone number

[Chorus x4]