ASher Roth - Numbers Lyrics
Y’all *****ers bore meDon’t wanna talk about mechanical royaltiesI wanna talk about orgies and forgeryWorld Wars and some things more importantThan some record stores pretending there’s only four dwarfsI’m a word’s worth, four score, some odd years agoI appeared like a miracle, maybe you didn’t hear me dogHear me g, hit you with some shit you never heard beforeHeard before, Ash Roth raps so herbivoreLord of sore Sportsmanship, throw shit when I don’t winWhen things get grim, I’m Jim…Harbaugh, times are hard brahI’m tired of playing hard ball, bartered with a strong armTall broads, large bra, hard on, flaw, I ball like James HardonLittle off, chance he was gay, then he went straightOnly pause for long when I stand up and fazeBlonder than Dolly Parton that’s in a Pamela phaseStamina swate, handsome, my advantage is fateHaters gon’ hate but all they say is “damn it, he’s great”(Damn it, he’s great) Famished, need a sandwich to tasteI like my ham with cheese and mayonnaiseMind your manners on dates (Standard procedure sheriff)Yeah, my plan is to wait, sip of Brandy while you standingCome and stand in my place, sham and embraceLet’s keeping it go merrily, listening, I’m terriblyLittle George chopping down the cherry tree, trueThere’s a moment in youth when growing ensuesNot only are you growing but you show and improveLow and behoove, I’m sowing that my flowing in proofYeah, merlowing ain’t the only thing that slowly improves
