Asher Roth - Choices lyrics

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Asher Roth - Choices lyrics

This sh** is jammin tho.. [Asher Roth] In here bloody and muddy Im smashing bottles of bubbly Run for cover, brother This thing here b-bout to get ugly Under a submarine bares the kitchen cupboard be Californication agin more than David Duchovny You making my Jack a double please Serve it with the knuckle cheese Crocodile Hunter and some Buddy Lee Dungarees Barney Rubble, trouble lover, something Hubble never seen Floating like a bu*ter wing stinging like a bumble thing I love it when I hear them scream, eat it like a tangerine Make you feel uneasy like your feet up on a trampoline Dont be so deceiving with your penis eating fantasy My semen is the meanest, undefeated when I plant a seed Hatin on me, hatin on me, wait for my decay You gon have to wait longer, I wont ever go away Its like they say: you go to Vegas and most of it will stay You in dirty with some herpes, is it worth the price you pay? You deserve it little twerp, on the verge of something great Til some overrated lames in the game got in the way Imma have to take it over: James and D Wade Its neither the Black Sheep, would you look at David Spade? Yeah Im here to save the day, Caped Crusader, Super 8 If youre squeamish at proceeding I suggest you look away Yeah, beat it, best believe it when arena takes the stage You need a lighter when I feed em a liter of Tanqueray Teething a type of pain, 18 is the riper stage It aint easy to fight the feeling when dealing with hype and fame Leading the life of caine, Ill leave him and swipe his chain Breathing, nice to meet you Good evening, glad you came.. [Action Bronson] First of all, dont ever say a f**in thing about the homie Call a favor in and leave your dyke mother very lonely You a phony doggy, holy sh** Know the flow exquis- Eyes low, one-handed I control the whip No reservations needed to get the table I walk in, the chef calls me Chef thats my label ? infuse the oil, basil Standing like a man in situations, get disabled A lot of hundreds in the jacket pocket Know I blast the rocket, lift you in the air, just like an astronaut is Lack the pa**ion novice, we play on All-Madden Old glow jackets, Navajo padded Been a grown man since the day I was born, you strange and deformed You sit at home while I get paid to perform Now we put em on the Greyhound, 85 dollars Better choose wise b**h, you f**in with some scholars Old Impalas, jumping like Rasheed Wallace Smoking joints like a barbecue pit Im honestly sick, some would say retarded and sh** My mind sharp cause I eat garlic and sh** Swervin the whip quick, little dick..

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