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Artist: Mickey Avalon
Album: Mickey Avalon (2006)
Song: Waiting To Die
Country: USA
Hits: 16025
Rating: 3.06
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Waiting To Die lyrics
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 kick twice the shit as any German sheister 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 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 gets you Fonzie
A motherfuckin' hustla kamikaze
I use to bus tables, but now I sell my body
Lookin out the window at night, can't help but wonder
That God must be one sick motherfucker
So I bust a nut in the sky
Spend another day waiting to die
Lookin' out the window at night, can't help but wonder
That God must be one sick motherfucker
So I bust a nut in the sky
Spend another day waiting to die
(Here's how we're 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 the magic stick
Tragedies subside 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 Hotcock 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 ho's
So wake you from your slumber and shake you out your clothes
There aren't no other late night lover
All upon the track like Scatman Crouthers
I'll bust through the shudders masked in a rubber
Duct tape your mother and butt rape your brother
Break down the number and shake my cucumber
When you're at home alone you know my phone number
Lookin' out the window at night, can't help but wonder
That God must be one sick motherfucker
So I bust a nut in the sky
Spend another day waiting to die
Lookin' out the window at night, can't help but wonder
That God must be one sick motherfucker
So I bust a nut in the sky
Spend another day waiting to die
Lookin' out the window at night, can't help but wonder
That God must be one sick motherfucker
So I bust a nut in the sky
Spend another day waiting to die |
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 Unregistered user Chimoizmonkey wrote on Feb 07, 2010 on 14:47 | | too wild with the copy pasta my friend.. | |
| Jsmack wrote on Aug 16, 2007 on 07:08 | actually it is:
leave cigarette burns on your tits.
and also:
i street walk it sellin cock for rock
but that isn't a big deal | |
| Ephemeral-Addictions wrote on Apr 14, 2007 on 06:20 | Not to be a critic, but some of that is off.
Not much.
Just:
I kick twice the shit as any German scheisser flick.
I'll sperm on your perm and leave a reference on your tits.
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