More Cowbell

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 ya'll 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