[Intro] [Verse 1] Fuck that, woadie You want your joints be hot? Then let me rap on it Ill be the cream of the crop, Jimmy got crack corn I do this hippityhop shit with a cast on Sipping my flask dog, this be Ash Roth And theres a couple of cats that I should ash on So go and roll me a joint, make it a fat one And tell your homies the live spittin is back on Yeah Im back dog, holding my sack hard You act hard, but arent shit Im an artist, you park cars for part shifts Armpits, large park, hardly miss Start to finish, blow you apart with starships Playing Starfox, Black Ops on black tops Hot black socks when camouflage wont hide ya Im a cyclops when I bop, I find ya One shot lift your Waka Flocka top [Interlude] What Im saying though We gotta get down and dirty Down and low, low, low, low [Verse 2] Steinbock meets Einstein, rhymes is mindfuck Mine luck as 9 lives dies, your times up 9 bro, I shine, blind bind and heimlich Dont choke, you old folk, bloaky grime shmuck John Kruk in this motherfucker, one nut bustin on em Kumquat suckin on em, gums got nothin on em Punks stop frontin on em, dude is the one, son Runyun kunyun motha pumpum No pun, Roy Munson, Kingpin and big tin Pinky ring, blingbling, thinking I should singsing Oh shoot, dingding, tell him what he wins wins Brand new car with Kanyes girlfriend You pass it up, ass and all, gotta take my jacket off Leono DiCaprio quit to play basketball Reincarnated into Asher Paul, Asher Roth Came back to rippin asshole into all yall
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