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Mickey Avalon (born Yeshe Perl on December 3, 1975) is a rap artist from Hollywood, California. His debut self-titled solo album was released Nov. 7, 2006 on Interscope/Shoot to Kill Records in association with MySpace Records. Avalon blends dark, lewd, and humorous hooks with heavy beats. Frequent topics of Avalon's songs are his experiences with substance abuse and prostitution. Before a rapper, he was drug dealer, then a heroin addicted male prostitute, then an Orthodox Jew. Wikipedia

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Mickey Avalon - Mr. Right

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Who that dude sleepin' with ya girlfriend Gettin' nude and rude in your bed Same dude that your sister like Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right		Who that man in the black Sedan With two cheap hookers and a Mexican Pumpin' white lines, sippin' warm Coors Light Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right
Stab on the ave, on the back of green grass Young teen on the scene, no future, no past I don't know nothin' 'bout nothin' so don't ask nothin' '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 whistles when he's rubbed The wrong way, Mickey Avalon song playing Strippers so strip's up, entrees for Dante Alighieri 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 sister like Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right		Who that man in the black Sedan With two cheap hookers and a Mexican Pumpin' white lines, sippin' warm Coors Light Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right
Radio can't wait to play me From K-Rock in L.A. to rooftops in Haiti Hey baby, he's Mr. Wrong And maybe you should listen to the words in this song Bird on a wire, your skirt's on fire Now please take a moment to admire my attire Fresh white valleys and pink tube socks Tight gray Levi's and shirts with polka dots Rolex watch but it's fake Gold gazelle glasses and a platinum chain But it's fake, like your tits And your eyes, and your nose, and your lips, and your braids The glitz in LA got me ready to play Anytime, anyplace, anywhere, any day 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 sister like Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right
Who that man in the black Sedan With two cheap hookers and a Mexican Pumpin' white lines, sippin' warm Coors Light Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right