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 mother f*cker
So I bust a nut in the sky
Spend another day waiting to die
I kick twice the shit
As any german shista flick
I'll sperm on your perm
Leave cigarettes burns on your tits
It's Mickey Avalon
All up in your prom
Pissing in the fruit punch with a baby blue tuxido 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 sending cock for rock
At the flee 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 fourty gets you Fonzie
A motherf*ckin' 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 mother f*cker
So I bust a nut in the sky
Spend another day waiting to die
[x2]
Here's how we gonna do it, for the first time in America, there is a generation of visionary maniac white mother country dope beat rock n'roll freaks, who are ready to get down.
I deliver quick with a magic stick
Tragedy subside when honeys rub on it
It's Mickey Avalon
Dick thick as a baton
The illest motherf*cker from here to Vietnam
I used to work nights at Hotcock dot com
But then I got fired with my mom logged on
I'm on the run
My dads a bum
I asked my girl if she loved me and she just said "ummm..."
I bust flows that turn nuns to hos
I'll wake you from your slumber
then shake you out your clothes
There ain't no other
Late night lover
All upon the track
Like Scatman Crothers
I'll bust through the shutters
Masked in a rubber
duck tape your mother
And butt rape your brother
Brake down the number
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 mother f*cker
So I bust a nut in the sky
Spent another day waiting to die
[x3]
Mickey Avalon - Waiting To Die Lyrics
Mickey Avalon - Waiting To Die Lyrics
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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 mother f*cker
So I bust a nut in the sky
Spend another day waiting to die
I kick twice the shit
As any german shista flick
I'll sperm on your perm
Leave cigarettes burns on your tits
It's Mickey Avalon
All up in your prom
Pissing in the fruit punch with a baby blue tuxido 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 sending cock for rock
At the flee 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 fourty gets you Fonzie
A motherf*ckin' 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 mother f*cker
So I bust a nut in the sky
Spend another day waiting to die
[x2]
Here's how we gonna do it, for the first time in America, there is a generation of visionary maniac white mother country dope beat rock n'roll freaks, who are ready to get down.
I deliver quick with a magic stick
Tragedy subside when honeys rub on it
It's Mickey Avalon
Dick thick as a baton
The illest motherf*cker from here to Vietnam
I used to work nights at Hotcock dot com
But then I got fired with my mom logged on
I'm on the run
My dads a bum
I asked my girl if she loved me and she just said "ummm..."
I bust flows that turn nuns to hos
I'll wake you from your slumber
then shake you out your clothes
There ain't no other
Late night lover
All upon the track
Like Scatman Crothers
I'll bust through the shutters
Masked in a rubber
duck tape your mother
And butt rape your brother
Brake down the number
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 mother f*cker
So I bust a nut in the sky
Spent another day waiting to die
[x3]
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
That God must be one sick mother f*cker
So I bust a nut in the sky
Spend another day waiting to die
I kick twice the shit
As any german shista flick
I'll sperm on your perm
Leave cigarettes burns on your tits
It's Mickey Avalon
All up in your prom
Pissing in the fruit punch with a baby blue tuxido 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 sending cock for rock
At the flee 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 fourty gets you Fonzie
A motherf*ckin' 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 mother f*cker
So I bust a nut in the sky
Spend another day waiting to die
[x2]
Here's how we gonna do it, for the first time in America, there is a generation of visionary maniac white mother country dope beat rock n'roll freaks, who are ready to get down.
I deliver quick with a magic stick
Tragedy subside when honeys rub on it
It's Mickey Avalon
Dick thick as a baton
The illest motherf*cker from here to Vietnam
I used to work nights at Hotcock dot com
But then I got fired with my mom logged on
I'm on the run
My dads a bum
I asked my girl if she loved me and she just said "ummm..."
I bust flows that turn nuns to hos
I'll wake you from your slumber
then shake you out your clothes
There ain't no other
Late night lover
All upon the track
Like Scatman Crothers
I'll bust through the shutters
Masked in a rubber
duck tape your mother
And butt rape your brother
Brake down the number
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 mother f*cker
So I bust a nut in the sky
Spent another day waiting to die
[x3]
Writer: DAMON EDGE, DAVE COOLEY, HELIOS CREED, JOHN SINCLAIR, YESHE PALJOR PERL
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management