Hustler Hall Of Fame

[Verse One]: The road to the top, through cross guards and hard knocks Copper penny Johns and endless city blocks Thieves straight as an arrow and crooked rent-a-cops Shooting craps in the back of vacant city lots Three ring circus acts and worthless facts Dancing in my solar soggy bowl of Diggum' Smacks Fist-fucking faggots at the Y on gym mats 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 long So 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 at rest stops I'm sick on the microphone like smallpox Wild-eyed babies go crazy when I rock Blind old ladies into diabetic shock [Hook]: 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 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 [Verse Two]: 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 front line and then I find a spot for lunch Toxic-proof punch when the loot comes Rocket boosters with my boots run Underneath the tundra reach out for the Thundercats Hoes know better find this brother at 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 [Hook] [Verse Three]: Leave your gods 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 snaggle toothed sea hag, lips all blistered Now rack the balls while I'm in the stall Pissin' out vodka and marking up the walls I turn off the ringer when my lady calls And 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 [Hook]