Waiting to Die

(We are going to have open sexual intercourse on every street corner of America) [Hook] Looking out the window and I 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 I kick twice the shit as any German sheisse 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 but forty he gets you Fonzie A motherfucker hustler kamikaze I use to bus tables but now I sell my body [Hook 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, 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 hoes So wake you from your slumber then shake you out your clothes There aren't no other late night lover All up on the track like Scatman Caruthers I'll bust through the shudders, 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 [Hook x4]