posted May 03, 2008 11:55 PM              

My dick cost a late night fee
Your dick got the HIV
My dick plays on the double feature screen
Your dick went straight to DVD

My dick bigger than a bridge
Your dick look like a little kids
My dick large like the chargers (the whole team)
Your **** look like you fourteen

My dick locked in a cage (right)
Your dick suffer from stage fright
My dick so hot its stolen
Your dick look like Gary Coleman

My dick pink and big
Your dick stinks like ****
My dick got a caesar doo,
Your dick needs a tweezer dude

My dick is like supersize
Your dick look like two fries
My dick more mass than the Earth
Your dick half staff (it needs work)

My dick been there done that
Your dick sits there with dunce cap
My dick, V.I.P.
Your **** needs I.D.

[Repeat 2x]
It's time that we let the world know
Dude, you gotta let your girl go
D.S. is the best in the business
P.s. we got dicks like Jesus

My dick need no introduction
Your dick don't even function
My dick served a whole lunch-in
Your dick, it look like a munchkin

My dick size of a pumpkin
Your dick look like Macauley Culkin
My dick good good lovin'
Your dick good for nothin'

My dick bench pressed 350
Your dick couldn’t shotlift at thrifty
My dick pretty damn skimpy
Your dick hungry as a hippy

My dick don't fit down the chimney
Your dick is like a kid from the Philippines
My dick is like an M16
Your dick, broken vending machine

My dick parts the seas
Your dick farts and quiefs
My dick rumble in the jungle
Your dick got touched by your uncle

My dick goes to yoga
Your dick fruit roll up
My dick grade a beef
Your dick made a geek

My dick sick and dangerous
Your dick quick and painless
My dick 'nuff said.
Your dick loves sweat

[Repeat 2x]
It's time that we let the world know
Dude, you gotta let your girl go
D.S. is the best in the business
P.s. we got dicks like Jesus

posted May 04, 2008 01:19 AM              

(We are going to have open sexual intercourse on every street corner of America.)

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

I came twice this **** as any German sheisse the flick
I'll sperm on your perm, leave cigarette burns on your ****
It's Mickey Avalon all up in your prom
******* in the fruit punch with a baby blue tuxedo on
The dopest is 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 **** 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 he gets you Fonzie
A ************ hustler kamikaze
I use to bust tables but now I sell my body

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

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

(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 ************ from here to Vietnam
I used to work nights at Hot **** 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 hos
So wake you from your slumber then shake you out ya clothes
There aren't no other late night lover
All up on the track like Scatman Crothers
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

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

youtube comment:

quote:

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I hate it when people come up to me and tell me that they had good fortune and good luck and that god helped them.

Then i guess me and Mickey are god's neglected children cause **** never looks up.

But not even. I read up the bio on this man and i have to say that he has gone through some serious **** .

I would like to see these jesus freaks go through what he went through and still have the same kind of optimism.

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posted May 04, 2008 01:23 AM              

Who that dude sleepin' with ya girlfriend
Gettin' nude and rude in your bed
Same dude that your sista like
Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right

Who that man in the black Sedan
With two cheap hookers and a Mexican
Puffin' white lines, sippin' warm Coors light
Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right

Stab on the Ave., a bag of green grass
Young teen on the scene, no future, no past
I don't know nothing 'bout nothing so don't ask nothing
'Cause I only be talkin' out my ass

Somethin' smells fishy and I don't know what
But I got a hunch it's your lady
I'm little bit country and a little bit punk
I got a Pistol named Sunny that whisltes when he's rubbed
The wrong way

Mickey Avalon song playing
Strip up, so stiffs up, I stay for my taste with Dontay Illiterate, I seen a better day
Wine and cheese, fine ladies and lemonade
Gettin' paid for rhymes like these
And I never even learned to say my ABC's
With ADD I rock the beat
Like AC/DC, Deeds Done Cheep

Who that dude sleepin' with ya girlfriend
Gettin' nude and rude in your bed
Same dude that your sista like
Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right

Who that man in the black Sedan
With two cheap hookers and a Mexican
Puffin' white lines, sippin' warm Coors light
Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right

Radio can't wait to play me
From K-Rock in LA to roof tops in Haiti
Hey baby, he's Mr. Wrong
And maybe you should listen to the words in this song
Word on the wire, your skirt's on fire
Now please take a moment to admire my attire

Fresh white valleys and pink tubesocks
Tight grey Levis and shirts with polkadots
Rolex watch but it's fake
Gold Gazelle glasses and a platinum chain
But it's fake, like your ****
And your eyes and your nose and your lips and your braids
The glitz in LA's got me ready to play
Anytime, anyplace, anywhere, anyday
Every night on the Strip I slip and slide
I'm that guy, call me Mr. Right

Who that dude sleepin' with ya girlfriend
Gettin' nude and rude in your bed
Same dude that your sista like
Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right

Who that man in the black Sedan
With two cheap hookers and a Mexican
Puffin' white lines, sippin' warm Coors light
Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right

posted May 04, 2008 01:31 AM              

For next to nothin'
Your soul could be mine
Now that I got your attention, look you dead in the eyes
If you're gunna make a move, let it be quick
Because the last mother ****** stuttered and got clipped
I stick and move like a dog in the night
Who proud but won't growl before I'm gun' bite
Street lamps light the way as I stray
Past the corner liquor store and the penny arcade
Juiced on bennys and hard lemonade
I boost so many sweets I've got tooth decay
Who say, that Mickey can't rock your life
I've been up for 2 days straight
and 3 nights
I wear my lee's tight
and tapered at the bottom
I bought them at the swap meet in Spanish Harlem
So if you got a problem
You know where I'm at
Lurkin' in the garden with snakes and gutter rats

At the end of the eve we
Roll up our sleeves
Mess with my stake and I'm gunna have to swing
So don't make nothin' more difficult
Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull

At the end of the eve we
Roll up our sleeves
Mess with my stake and I'm gunna have to swing
So don't make nothin' more difficult
Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull

With eyes on the back of my head after dark
I'm just a lone drifter on the lookout for a mark
I've got angles that'll tangle masterminds with heart
**** it I'll even run a bum for his shopping cart
When I was young my father, rest in peace
Taught me how to pick a pocket and copy car keys
As a little boy I'd hop through chimneys
Skilled at the art of making enemies
So if you got beef
Better have good luck because
Even if you knock me down, I'll get up
And if you don't kill me
I'm gunna slice your gut
With a straight edge razor
Riddled with rust
Blood lust takes me over when I close my eyes
And look back over these jet black skies
My time here may be short along
So when I rhyme here I'm gunna light this on

At the end of the eve we
Roll up our sleeves
Mess with my stake and I'm gunna have to swing
So don't make nothin' more difficult
Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull

At the end of the eve we
Roll up our sleeves
Mess with my stake and I'm gunna have to swing
So don't make nothin' more difficult
Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull

What you lookin' at punk you don't know me from Adam
And you have the nerve to step on my chucks **** that
I wasn't brought up to turn the other cheek
I'll break your mothers back, just for touchin' me
I crush MC's with line step line they're mute
Strangalin' triangles, spheres, and cubes
The day old leader throwin' jabs and slabs
Of meat, that hang on hooks and straight stink
Go play the clubs that love to dance
Where chumps step bump me as they walk on past
Avalon don't care none for breasts
Less they cook and clean and wipe my ass

At the end of the eve we
Roll up our sleeves
Mess with my stake and I'm gunna have to swing
So don't make nothin' more difficult
Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull

At the end of the eve we
Roll up our sleeves
Mess with my stake and I'm gunna have to swing
So don't make nothin' more difficult
Blood starts gushin' when I kick your skull

My attitude is all ****** up and real ******
Crazy ill mad rap

My attitude is all ****** up and real ******
Crazy ill mad rap

My attitude is all ****** up and real ******
Crazy ill mad rap

My attitude is all ****** up and real ******
Crazy ill mad rap

posted May 04, 2008 01:50 AM              

romeo and juliet http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I7ZzCsZu95E&feature=related

jane fonda http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H4rCfRDyZFQ&NR=1

friends and lovers http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2qMna5Yl8fc&feature=related

sweet surprise http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VkU9nVR02Iw&feature=related

people talk about mickey http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=th3yogBOVhE

posted May 04, 2008 09:12 PM              

Lower the thing the skin of a cat
Skin it to the left just laying there
No other thing is luck like that
And you set it said it said nothing

Went to the party very discouraged
I watched the litter pile like a wall
I looked at the river just couldn't forgive it
It was ladened with all kinds of ****
Still I admit that I didn't say nothing
I turned my back walked away
Got to face the fact that I didn't say nothing

Everyone was dancing I stood over in the corner
I was listening they were saying this and saying that
And putting this one down but nothing was delivered
Nothing good was coming I just stood there
I couldn't believe it but I didn't say nothing
I walked the floor then I looked away

Got to face the fact that I didn't say nothing

How long how long will we make do
Maybe it's time to break on through
Gonna lift my skirts gonna straighten up
Gonna get well I'm gonna do something
Gonna face the fact gonna give it back
And I'm gonna do something won't hold my tongue
Won't hold the thought won't hold the card
Well I'm gonna do something
Oh my brain I got to complain
You can refrain but I'm gonna do something
How long how long will we make do
Maybe it's time to break on through

Out in the desert I saw that old cat skinned
I saw it floating in the river
I saw and no one seemed to mind
They sat there they sat there watching the sun
I saw it float away and I watched the buildings crumble
Like dust in the hand and we watched the sun
Spread its wings and fly away
And in the mountains a cry echoes
Don't say nothing
Don't say nothing no
Don't say nothing no

posted May 05, 2008 11:42 AM            

Who's got the brain of JFK?
What's it mean to us now?
Oh, it's sound insurance
But I can tell you, this is no lie

The whole world will be different soon
The whole world will be relieved

You, you've been taught
Whipped into shape, now they got you in line
Stand behind the stripes
There will be order, so give it a good mind

The whole world will be different soon
The whole world will be relieved

And by name
The name they gave me
The name I'm letting go

posted May 05, 2008 10:07 PM            

For I've been lonely
In need of someone
As though I'd done
Someone wrong somewhere
I don't know where
Come lately

You are the sun
I am the moon
You are the words
I am the tune
Play me

Song she sang to me
Song she brang to me
Words that rang in me
Rhyme that sprang from me
Warmed the night
And what was right
Became me

You are the sun
I am the moon
You are the words
I am the tune
Play me

And so it was
That I came to travel
Upon the road
That was thorned and narrow
Another place
Another grace
Would save me

posted May 06, 2008 05:13 PM              

It's Mickey Avalon here.
Leading lambs to water. Ha.
A little diddy about slipping out the back, when you're lover just wont let you be.
ha ha ha
You know bout that.
Yo, my woman weeps when I walk out the door and hop in my caddie twoards the liqour store.
Cause she knows I wont I wont be home for days with hookers and hotel rooms and cocaine.
Avalon's gone and he might not make it back.
(That cat's crazy, I hear he smokes crack)

Lifes been a haze since I flunked fourth grade cause I coudln't keep my nose away from spray paint.
So now these days I've been getting headaches.
For my ? who overcooks my steak I take it personal when her moans are fake.
Ready to murder fools when she comes home late.
The dial tone leaves a lump in my throat when she screams like a pshyco and hangs up the phone.
We used to be a happy pair when we first met, but now her other lover's sendin' me death threats.

Well, Romeo had Juliet (yeah)
But give me three sweeties and a new corvet.(Woo)
When it's time to strut and cut off strings. (Yeah, what?)
I make the scene.(make the scene)
Jackie'o had Johnnyet (yeah)
But I just wanna smoke your last cigarette. (hey)
It's all or nothing no in between. (no inbetween)
I make the scene. (Make this scene.)

Runnin' outta gas on the fast lane.
Hot shot cars and hellocopter parts and painted ponies going up and down in my brain
This little girlie Mary Jane is drivin' me crazy.
A gypsie queen once told me "Mickey if you don't get it together you wont see twenty."
But pletny hunnies give me money for their cuninglingus
guess I sting ? lay on your tummy.
It's Mickey Av with sticky hands
Lyrical my oh man with stylish fans.
I sky scrape the heavens in just ??
Psycho killer kids say "bam ba bam bam"
I rock and roll like Nat King Cole more so
then spot a flock of seagulls.

now when you see me walking down the street
you don't know how a mother ****** could be so dull.

Well, Romeo had Juliet (yeah)
But give me three sweeties and a new corvet.(Woo)
When it's time to strut and cut off strings. (Yeah, what?)
I make the scene.(make the scene)
Jackie'o had Johnnyet (yeah)
But I just wanna smoke your last cigarette. (hey)
It's all or nothing no in between. (no inbetween)
I make the scene. (Make this scene.)

Struttin' down Hollywood the friday night loot.
Pass skinny speed freaks and hussy dee q's
manny lookin' trannies wearin high heel boots talkin' to house broke husbands in three-piece-suits.
It's freezing cold and my jeans got holes.
I ain't seen my baby since I sold my soul.
In the viennna streets got my feet all swoll I can't walk so I crawl down the floor for more.
Now hold that thought and lock the door.
I got six in the clip and a box in the drawer.
for a spoon I'll sing you a tune.
And dance like a banshee underneath the moon.
I'll pick up clues like Nancy Drew.
And if you ain't heard yet, I out flew the coop.

Off to a place where the brawds got grace and punks don't lie straight to yo face.

Well, Romeo had Juliet (yeah)
But give me three sweeties and a new corvet.(Woo)
When it's time to strut and cut off strings. (Yeah, what?)
I make the scene.(make the scene)
Jackie'o had Johnnyet (yeah)
But I just wanna smoke your last cigarette. (hey)
It's all or nothing no in between. (no inbetween)
I make the scene. (Make this scene.)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I7ZzCsZu95E&feature=related

posted May 07, 2008 12:15 AM              

i rocked out to this one in the car today and had such a good time; made a mental note to put it in the thread. yeah, i'm a dork.

Hurts So Good - John Mellencamp

When I was a young boy,
Said put away those young boy ways
Now that im gettin older so much older
I long all those young boy days
With a girl like you
With a girl like you
Lord knows there are things we can do, baby
Just me and you
Come on and make it a

Chorus:
Hurt so good
Come on baby make it hurt so good
Sometimes love dont feel like it should
You make it hurt so good

You dont have to be so excitin
Just tryin to give myself a little bit of fun, yeah
You always look so invitin
You aint as green as you are young
Hey baby its you
Come on girl now its you
Sink your teeth right through my bones, baby
Lets see what we can do
Come on and make it a

Chorus:
Hurt so good
Come on baby make it hurt so good
Sometimes love dont feel like it should
You make it hurt so good

I aint talkin no big deals
I aint made no plans myself
I aint talkin no high heels
Maybe we could walkin around, all day long,
Walkin around, all day long

Chorus:
Hurt so good
Come on baby make it hurt so good
Sometimes love dont feel like it should
You make it hurt so good
Hurt so good
Come on baby make it hurt so good
Sometimes love dont feel like it should
You make it hurt so good

Hey, hey

posted May 08, 2008 09:45 PM              

In some respects
I suspect you've got a respectable side
When pushed and pulled and pressured
You seldom run and hide
But it's for someone elses benefit
Not for what you wanna do
Until I realize that you've realized
I'm gonna say these words to you

You don't know what love is
You do as you're told
Just as a child at ten might act
But you're far too old
You're not hopeless or helpless
And I hate to sound cold
But you don't know what love is...
You just do as you're told

I can see your man
Cant help but win
Any problems that may arise
But in his mind there can be no sin
If you never criticize
You just keep on repeating
All those empty "I love you's"
Until you say you deserve better
I'm gonna lay right into you

You don't know what love is
You just do as you're told
Just as a child of ten might act
But you're far too old
Your not hopeless or helpless
And I hate to sound cold
But you don't know what love is
No you don't know what love is
No you don't know what love is

posted May 09, 2008 03:59 AM            

Let me be patient
Let me be kind
Make me unselfish without being blind
Though I may suffer I'll envy you not
And endure what comes
Cause he's all that I got

Tell him I need him
Tell him I love him
And it'll be alright

Now I may have faith to make mountains fall
but if I lack love then I am nothing at all
I can give away evertything I possess
but left without love then i have no happiness
I know I'm not perfect
and not without sin
but now that I'm older all childish things end
and tell him

Tell him I need him
tell him I love him
it'll be alright

I'll never be jealous
and won't be too kind
Cause love is not boastful
and love is not loud

Now I may have wisdom and knowledge on Earth
but if i speak wrong then what is it worth?
See what we now know is nothing compared
to love that was shown when our lives were spared
and tell him

posted May 09, 2008 01:58 PM            

A heart that's full up like a landfill,
a job that slowly kills you,
bruises that won't heal.
You look so tired-unhappy,
bring down the government,
they don't, they don't speak for us.
I'll take a quiet life,
a handshake of carbon monoxide,

with no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
Silent silent.

This is my final fit,
my final bellyache,

with no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises please.

Such a pretty house
and such a pretty garden.

No alarms and no surprises (get me outta here),
no alarms and no surprises (get me outta here),
no alarms and no surprises, please.

posted May 09, 2008 09:38 PM              

Long Train Running
Doobie Brothers

Down around the corner half a mile from here
see them both feet run and you watch them dissapear

without love where would you be now
without love

though i saw miss lucy down along the track
she lost her home and her family and she won t be coming back

without love where would you be now
without love

with the feeling always central and the southern central freight
you got to keep on pushing mamma you know there running late

without love where would you be now
without love

when the pistons keep on turning and go round and round
and the steel reels are cold and hard and the moutain ain t no down

without love where would you be now
without love

posted May 10, 2008 04:26 PM              

total Venus opposite Neptune kind of lyrics.

"Just my imagination -- once again --
running away with me.
Tell you it was just my imagination
running away with me.
I never met her, but I can't forget her.
Just my imagination..
-- ooh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah --
running away with me "

posted May 10, 2008 04:32 PM              

Fe-fe, fi-fi, fo-fo, fum
I smell smoke in the auditorium

Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown
He's a clown, that Charlie Brown
He's gonna get caught
Just you wait and see
(Why's everybody always pickin' on me)

That's him on his knees
I know that's him
Yeah, from 7 come 11
Down in the boys' gym

Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown
He's a clown, that Charlie Brown
He's gonna get caught
Just you wait and see
(Why's everybody always pickin' on me)

Who's always writing on the wall
Who's always goofing in the hall
Who's always throwing spit balls
Guess who (who, me) yeah, you

Who walks in the classroom, cool and slow
Who calls the English teacher, Daddy-O

Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown
He's a clown, that Charlie Brown
He's gonna get caught
Just you wait and see
(Why's everybody always pickin' on me)

[Instrumental Interlude]

Who walks in the classroom, cool and slow
Who calls the English teacher, Daddy-O

Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown
He's a clown, that Charlie Brown
He's gonna get caught
Just you wait and see
(Why's everybody always pickin' on me)

posted May 11, 2008 09:53 PM              

So much trouble in the world: http://youtube.com/watch?v=gAFbYTvXXyY&feature=related

africa unite: http://youtube.com/watch?v=vnqGyzWPpp4&feature=related

concrete jungle: http://youtube.com/watch?v=nAYyK5nX3YE&feature=related

burnin and lootin: http://youtube.com/watch?v=pkXSgtn3BuM&feature=related

satisfy my soul: http://youtube.com/watch?v=3XA7937IqZk&feature=related

posted May 12, 2008 01:06 PM              

Dont want to hear about it
Every single ones got a story to tell
Everyone knows about it
From the queen of england to the hounds of hell
And if I catch it coming back my way
Im gonna serve it to you
And that aint what you want to hear,
But thats what Ill do
And the feeling coming from my bones
Says find a home

Im going to Wichita
Far from this opera forevermore
Im gonna work the straw
Make the sweat drip out of every pore
And Im bleeding, and Im bleeding, and Im bleeding
Right before the lord
All the words are gonna bleed from me
And I will think no more
And the stains coming from my blood
Tell me go back home