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