ASher Roth - Choices Lyrics
This shit is jammin tho..[Asher Roth]In here bloody and muddyI’m smashing bottles of bubblyRun for cover, brotherThis thing here b-bout to get uglyUnder a submarine bares the kitchen cupboard beCalifornication agin’ more than David DuchovnyYou making my Jack a double pleaseServe it with the knuckle cheeseCrocodile Hunter and some Buddy Lee DungareesBarney Rubble, trouble lover, something Hubble never seenFloating like a butter wing stinging like a bumble thingI love it when I hear them scream, eat it like a tangerineMake you feel uneasy like your feet up on a trampolineDon’t be so deceiving with your penis eating fantasyMy semen is the meanest, undefeated when I plant a seedHatin on me, hatin on me, wait for my decayYou gon have to wait longer, I won’t ever go awayIt’s like they say: you go to Vegas and most of it will stayYou in dirty with some herpes, is it worth the price you pay?You deserve it little twerp, on the verge of something greatTil some overrated lames in the game got in the wayI’mma have to take it over: James and D WadeIt’s neither the Black Sheep, would you look at David Spade?Yeah I’m here to save the day, Caped Crusader, Super 8If you’re squeamish at proceeding I suggest you look awayYeah, beat it, best believe it when arena takes the stageYou need a lighter when I feed em a liter of TanquerayTeething a type of pain, 18 is the riper stageIt ain’t easy to fight the feeling when dealing with hype and fameLeading the life of caine, I’ll leave him and swipe his chainBreathing, nice to meet youGood evening, glad you came..[Action Bronson]First of all, don’t ever say a *****in thing about the homieCall a favor in and leave your dyke mother very lonelyYou a phony doggy, holy shitKnow the flow exquis-Eyes low, one-handed I control the whipNo reservations needed to get the tableI walk in, the chef calls me “Chef” that’s my label? infuse the oil, basilStanding like a man in situations, get disabledA lot of hundreds in the jacket pocketKnow I blast the rocket, lift you in the air, just like an astronaut isLack the passion novice, we play on All-MaddenOld glow jackets, Navajo paddedBeen a grown man since the day I was born, you strange and deformedYou sit at home while I get paid to performNow we put em on the Greyhound, 85 dollarsBetter choose wise *****, you *****in with some scholarsOld Impalas, jumping like Rasheed WallaceSmoking joints like a barbecue pitI’m honestly sick, some would say retarded and shitMy mind sharp cause I eat garlic and shitSwervin the whip quick, little dick..
