Hustler Hall of Fame Mickey Avalon

[Verse One]:
The road to the top, through cross guards and hard knocks
Copper penny Johns and endless city blocks
Thieves straight as an arrow and crooked rent-a-cops
Shooting craps in the back of vacant lots

Three ring circus acts and worthless facts
Dancing in my solar, soggy bowl of Diggum' Smacks
Fist-fucking faggots at the Y on gym mats
Rats run the wire while I'm looking for a match

I go back and forth just like a Cameo song
Honeys wanna love me but the line is long
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 smallpox
Wild-eyed babies go crazy when I rock
Blind old ladies enter diabetic shock

[Hook]:
'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 got a golden smile and a platinum frown