ASher Roth - More Cowbell Lyrics
In the meadows where we grow the rose petalsAnd we sip a glass of MerlotWhile I blow the PortabelloLike Cruello with a CigarilloHello, Listen UpThis is Asher from the MorrisvilleA little North of TruckWhat the *****?Oh you didn't know little homie flow?He a pro, Use a little moreYou's a little slow, how slow?Little Kelso. Smoking elbows?If so, let me know I'll just give you my cell phoneHell froze, Elmo, I'm sticking like VelcroSo, you ain't got the pasta you don't get the PestoPresto, Go to infinity and beyond itRhyme shit spitting gets imprinted on your consciousAsh, shit, this world's sitting in your palmAnd it's important that you know thisSo you never get it wrongSays my Mom as she reads the Tarot cards and the starsThis called me to go and be a mother*****ing boss, Ricky RossLook at Paul Roth, kid is all talkHe's a narc, he's a lost cause***** em cut em offBut this dog's off his leashI'm showin ya'll my teeth when I speakYeah, I mean I bring Prometheus heatLean in your seatYou'd think that they'd be leaping to seeA commercial MC keep an ear to the streetBecause JeezWe sick of watching all this shit go onBut this song ain't done yet, so son you start marchingA marksman, Part Marge, Part Bart SimpsonBut the other parts Descartes, Bars is raw wisdomA lost art. I talk part of a larger missionBut you'd rather slack off with Sharks than pay attentionSo Bark Bark, another subpar spittin'Yeah, my time is limited and I refuse to waste a minuteSo finish, Bustin' Ass, Snuffaluf-gasIn the cab huffin' grass, ***** it I puff puff passEnough of that, Oughta buy out the suckerin' succotashSup with Ash? Yo, what happened?Yo, I heard that *****er crackedYo, I heard he was abducted they put something in his assWell, I heard he had a run-in with a bear and got attackedNow, Where'd you come up with thatRun and tell your mother that this mother*****er's backPaper or plastic? Nah. I bring my own bagsNow how you want to pay for that? Straight cashEvil LaughYeah, I've been playing phone tag for the last6 months with my label, Tell them fools to call me backI play charades sippin' chardonnay fifty times a dayFeeling great, can't wait to taste the marmaladeFade away, Himalayan retreat to find meGood grief. Loose leaf? I treat it like Bruce LeeWho's he? Why y'all keep seeing truth in 2D?My speech be like I mixed Rufies with Kool Keith
