Cremation

[Intro] O-Dot Man Bites Dog Is mom coming to the dorm, Asher? (get 'em) Have her bring me somethin' Have her come bring, bring me somethin' in something sexy Ah man, you got me (C-Write!) You got my back against the wall, bro, I'm threatened What am I gonna do, Surock on the beat Uh-oh [Verse 1] Somebody's talking in subliminal shit, with minimal wit When will he get off Eminem's dick? Give him his kid I saw him on YouTube in a room, full of dudes, barefoot No women, it's feminine shit Now who's a never been, I'm better than you've ever been, bitch If one thing's evident, it's what I spit I never been, bitch But you're too pussy to say my name, you would be, play footsie with Scooter Begging Kid Cudi to do a hook, stop the bumming for music Look, fuck a set up, I sit back Didn't want to listen to your shit to diss back I mean, we lose to this elf, I lose to my self How could he have me cornered when I got the room to my self? We all know that, but you let Scooter put a battery in your hollow back like you work for a Volvo plant So either A) keep away, take over a week to pray Cause beef this way will leave your face Super Ugly when the Ether spray Meet the greeter at the pearly gate Verbally put you in the hearse at 4:38am, takin' you to an early grave Your fam will hurl for days, cause we ripped Em's voice from your throat And gave you Auto-Tune, put you in a world of Pain Bit lot harder kid, I've been spittin' shit not thought of yet You just got your hip-hop starter kit Retire with the spit shit, cause if Em hadn't been tired for a quick bit You'd still be Van Wilder's assistant Man, some swear they made it and they barely famous Better Curb Your Enthusiasm 'fore you play yourself like Larry David Here lies Asher, who's features/label barely paid it And already their making funeral and wake arrangements [Hook] Rest in pieces, who's flesh and peaced it It's best to please us, or just be decent So rest in piece, kid, and rest with Jesus Rest in piece, kid [Verse 2] Missed your slight chance to blow for The White Rapper Show Figured fuck it, I'll just bite Mathers' flow, who has to know? Prob is your soul's that of a white Casper ghost Figured fuck it again and close pinned like half his nose Quincident his voice is like a twin or is he biting Slim? Hmm, I'm running with the latter like a fireman Maybe I shouldn't be battling Woody Allen But maybe if he stopped talking like this all day there could be talent What? Cat got your tongue? I see this pussy frownin' Your features would be clownin' if you weren't throwin' them thousands Drama co-signed but it's not cause how hot he rhymes It's cause he sees possible dollar signs from the college kind The whole globe can look, life is like a open book I have you on my blog, daily, stressed smoking kush Caps on, irrational pantin', while I blog on HipHopDX All caps off like The National Anthem This isn't even back and forth, this is I threw it at you once And your catch was off, fuck a Asher Roth Spat Ether on his ass, too pussy to set it off Like my teeth were on the gas, plus your queefin' on the pad Leakin', bleedin' to your dad for Em's tape while you menstruate Bleedin' on the rag take this beating like a man Now get defeated like a Stan, I'm Chris Brown in a wife beater to Rihanna throwin' keys to his Lamborghini when he's mad Never even went to parties, he's deceiving all his fans If he did, he sat in the corner, sippin' Seagrams like a fag See they thinking I'm really mad But the reasons I'm even speakin' on this fag Is for twenty minutes, his free was in the trash Ask Stevie if he's mad for signing a Mormon Lookin' like he survived an abortion Here he lies in his coffin for toe taggin' himself Asher put his own nail in the coffin like he was gagging himself