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[Intro:] Aye Aye His mom coming to the dorm Asher? Have her bring me somthin Have her bring me somthin in something sexy Hahahah Yeah! Wooooweee! Oh man you got me You got my back against the wall What am I gunna do Uh ohh [Verse:] Somebody's talking in subliminal shit, with minimul whit When will he get off Eminem's dick? Give him his hit Saw him on youtube in a room full of dudes barefoot No women it's feminine shit. Now who's the never been I'm better than you've ever been bitch! If ones things evident It's when I spit I never been bitch. But your too pussy to say My name you would be, play footsie with scooter, begging Kid Cuddy to do a hook. Stop the bumming for music Look fucker set up, I sit back didn't want to listen to your Letras de cancionesShit to diss back. I mean we lose to this elf I lose to my self How could he have me cornered, I got the room to my self We all know that but you let Scooter put a batteries in your Hallow back like you work in a Volvo plant, so either A keep Away take over a week to play cause beef this way will leave your Face super ugly when the ether spray, meet the greeter at the Pearly gates. Verbally put you in the hearse at 4:38. I am taking You to an early grave. Your fam will herl for days, we ripped Em's voice from your throat, and gave you auto tune, put you In a world of pain, been a lot harder kid, I've been spittin shit Not thought of yet. You just got your hip hop starter kit. Retire with the spit shit, cause if Em hadn't been tired for a quick Bit then youd be Van Wilders assistant. Man some swear they Made it and their barley famous. Better curd your enthusiasm For you play your self like Larry David, here lies Asher who's Features Label barely paid it and already their making funeral And wake arrangements. Rest in Pieces whos flesh peaced it It's best to please us, or just be decent, so Rest in piece kid and Rest with Jesus, Rest in piece kid. Haha yeah Mr. Slight chance To blow or the white rapper show, figured fuckit, I'll just bite Mathers flow, who has to know? Prob is that your souls that Of a white Casper ghost. Figured it fuck it again and Close Pinned half his nose. Quincident his voice is like a twin or Is he biting slim? Hmm... I'm running with the ladder like a fireman, Maybe I shouldn't be battling Woody Allen. But maybe if he stopped Talking like this all day there could be talent, What? Cat got your tongue? I see this pussy frownin, your features would be frownin if you weren't Throwin them thousands. Drama Co-Signed but it's not cause how hot he Rhymes, it's cause he sees possible dollar signs from the college kind. the Whole globe can look, life is like a open book. I have you on my blog daily Stressed smoking kush, CAPS ON, irrational pantin, while I blog on hip Hop DX all caps off like the national anthem. Huh? This isn't even back And forth, this is I threw it you once and you cast was off, fucker Asher Roth, spread ether on his ass, too pussy to set it off like my Teeth were on the gas and plus your queefin on the pad, leakin Bleedin to your dad for Em's tape while you menstruate bleedin On the rag take this beating like a man. Get defeated like a stan I'm Chris Brown a wife beat, the Rihanna throwin keys threw his Lamborghini when he's mad. Never even went to parties hes deceiving All his fans, if he did he sat in the corner and sipped seagrams like A fag. See the thinking I'm mad but the reasons I'm even speakin On this fag is for 20 minutes it's free was in the trash, ask Steevie If hes mad for signing a Mormon. Lookin like he survied a abortion Here he lies in his coffin for toe taggin himself Asher put his own Nail in his coffin like he was gagging himself. From Letras Mania