We are going to have open ual intercourse on every street corner of America.

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

I kick twice the [bad word] as any German sheister flick
I'll sperm on your perm, leave cigarettes burns on your [bad word] It's Mickey Avalon, all up in your prom [bad word] in the [bad word] 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
street walker selling [bad word] 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
[bad word]  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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] on it
It's Mickey Avalon, [bad word] thick as a baton
The illest [bad word] from here to Vietnam
I used to work nights at Hotcock [bad word] But then I got fired when my mom logged on
I'm on [bad word]  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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] So I bust a nut in the sky
Spend another day waiting to die