For the first time in America
So I bust a nut in the sky
That God must be one sick motherfucker
Looking out the window but then I can't help but wonder
I'm on the run, my dad's a bum
I'll bust through the shudders, masked in a rubber
Break down the lumber and shake my cucumber
It's Mickey Avalon, all up in your prom
The dopest is rapper this century
Looking out the window but then I can't help but wonder
That God must be one sick motherfucker
White mother country dope fiend rock 'n' roll freaks
A motherfucker hustler kamikaze
Spend another day, I'm waiting to die
Pissing in the fruit punch with a baby blue tuxedo on
Spend another day, I'm waiting to die
It's Mickey Avalon, dick thick as a baton
That God must be one sick motherfucker
That God must be one sick motherfucker
I deliver quick with the magic stick
That God must be one sick motherfucker
Spend another day, I'm waiting to die
Mickey Avalon, the kosher salami
I bust flows that turn nuns to hos
So I bust a nut in the sky
Duct tape your mother and butt rape your brother
So I bust a nut in the sky
So I bust a nut in the sky
I'll sperm on your perm, leave cigarette burns on your tits
The illest motherfucker from here to Vietnam
So I bust a nut in the sky
A street walker selling cock for rock
At the flea market trying to hock my watch
I sodomized your father in a federal penitentiary
But then I got fired when my mom logged on
Who are ready to get down
Looking out the window but then I can't help but wonder
Spend another day, I'm waiting to die
There is a generation of visionary maniac
That God must be one sick motherfucker
There aren't no other late night lover
For twenty you get Chachi for forty he gets you Fonzie
And on the day I got out
So I bust a nut in the sky
Looking out the window but then I can't help but wonder
I asked my girl if she loved me and she just said, “Umm”
So I bust a nut in the sky
Tragedy subside when honeys rub on it
I went to your mother's house and slept on the couch
Here is how we're gonna do it
I came twice this shit as any German Sheisse the flick
Spend another day, I'm waiting to die
Looking out the window but then I can't help but wonder
I stay on beat when I work the concrete
I used to work nights at Hot Cock dot com
Looking out the window but then I can't help but wonder
Looking out the window but then I can't help but wonder
That God must be one sick motherfucker
Some honeys give me money and others do my laundry
So wake you from your slumber then shake you out ya clothes
All up on the track like Scatman Crothers
I use to bust tables but now I sell my body
Spend another day, I'm waiting to die
When you're at home alone you know my phone number
