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Hustler Hall Of Fame Lyrics

Artist: Mickey Avalon
Album: Mickey Avalon

The road to the top through cross guards and hard knocks
Copper penny johns and endless city blocks
Thieves straight as in never been crooked
Redneck cops shooting craps in the back of AK-ed lots
Three rings circus acts and worthless facts
Dancing in my skull a soggy bullet dig 'em smacks
Fist fucking faggots at the Y on Jim Matts
Rats ____
I got back and forth just like a Cameo song
Honeys wanna love me but the line is wrong
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 small pox
Wild eyed babies go crazy when I rock
Blind old ladies enter diabetic shock

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'Cause 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've got a golden smile
And a platinum frown

'Cause 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've got a golden smile
And a platinum frown

I blow like an acabus so go tell your manager
That Mickey Avalon ain't no motherfuckin' amateur
I fly flicks with my dick on your camera
And ripped the stick out my girl's Porsche Carrera
I bought your whole formula just warm enough
Storm the front line and then find a spot for lunch
Toxic fruit punch when the lute comes
Rocket boosters where my boots run
Under the tundra reach out for the thunder cats
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I ripped the rubber mats off your lover's pad
And kick your mother's ass right in front of your dad
Last night a brass pipe and flashlight
Smash my crown and let me down with a black eye
The bad guy, walking over land mines
Who can't die, but still tries

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Leave your God and your politics back at home
'Cause I just wanna drink and be left alone
I've got a 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, wasn't looking at your sister
That snaggle tooth sea haggler lifts or blisters
Rack the balls while I'm in the store
Pissing out vodka and marking up the walls
I turn off the ringer when my lady calls
And don't point your finger unless you wanna brawl
I chalk up my cue and sink the 8 ball
Then reach into my pocket and light a __

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