In the meadows where we grow the rose petals
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And we sip a glass of Merlot
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While I blow the Portabello
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Like Cruello with a Cigarillo
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Hello, Listen Up
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This is Asher from the Morrisville
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A little North of Truck
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What the fuck?
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Oh you didn't know little homie flow?
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He a pro, Use a little more
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You's a little slow, how slow?
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Little Kelso. Smoking elbows?
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If so, let me know I'll just give you my cell phone
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Hell froze, Elmo, I'm sticking like Velcro
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So, you ain't got the pasta you don't get the Pesto
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Presto, Go to infinity and beyond it
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Rhyme shit spitting gets imprinted on your conscious
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Ash, shit, this world's sitting in your palm
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And it's important that you know this
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So you never get it wrong
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Says my Mom as she reads the Tarot cards and the stars
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This called me to go and be a motherfucking boss, Ricky Ross
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Look at Paul Roth, kid is all talk
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He's a narc, he's a lost cause
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Fuck em cut em off
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But this dog's off his leash
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I'm showin ya'll my teeth when I speak
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Yeah, I mean I bring Prometheus heat
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Lean in your seat
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You'd think that they'd be leaping to see
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A commercial MC keep an ear to the street
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Because Jeez
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We sick of watching all this shit go on
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But this song ain't done yet, so son you start marching
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A marksman, Part Marge, Part Bart Simpson
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But the other parts Descartes, Bars is raw wisdom
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A lost art. I talk part of a larger mission
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But you'd rather slack off with Sharks than pay attention
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So Bark Bark, another subpar spittin'
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Yeah, my time is limited and I refuse to waste a minute
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So finish, Bustin' Ass, Snuffaluf-gas
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In the cab huffin' grass, Fuck it I puff puff pass
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Enough of that, Oughta buy out the suckerin' succotash
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Sup with Ash? Yo, what happened?
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Yo, I heard that fucker cracked
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Yo, I heard he was abducted they put something in his ass
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Well, I heard he had a run-in with a bear and got attacked
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Now, Where'd you come up with that
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Run and tell your mother that this motherfucker's back
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Paper or plastic? Nah. I bring my own bags
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Now how you want to pay for that? Straight cash
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Evil Laugh
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Yeah, I've been playing phone tag for the last
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6 months with my label, Tell them fools to call me back
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I play charades sippin' chardonnay fifty times a day
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Feeling great, can't wait to taste the marmalade
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Fade away, Himalayan retreat to find me
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Good grief. Loose leaf? I treat it like Bruce Lee
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Who's he? Why y'all keep seeing truth in 2D?
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My speech be like I mixed Rufies with Kool Keith
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More Cowbell
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| ASher Roth |
