Choices

[Intro: Asher Roth] This shit is jammin' though [Verse 1: Asher Roth] In here bloody and muddy, I'm smashin' bottles of bubbly Run for cover, brother, this thing here b-bout to get ugly Yup and under a submarine bare as the kitchen cupboard be Californication, Agent Mulder, David Duchovny You makin' my Jack a double please, serve it with the knuckle cheese Crocodile Hunter and some Buddy Lee Dungarees Barney Rubble, trouble lover, somethin' Hubble never seen Floatin' like a butter wing, stingin' 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 Don't be so deceivin' with your penis-eatin' 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 bit longer, I won’t ever go away It’s like they say, you go to Vegas and while most of it will stay You in dirty with some harpies, is it worth the price you pay You deserve it little twerp, on the verge of somethin' great 'Til some overrated lames in the game got in the way I'ma have to take it over, James and D-Wade It's neither the Black Sheep, would you look at David Spade Yeah I'm here to save the day, Caped Crusader, Super 8 If you're 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, eighteen is the ripest age Ain't easy to fight the feelin' when dealin' with hype and fame Leadin' the life of Cain, I'll leave him and swipe his chain Breathin', nice to meet you, good evening, glad you came [Verse 2: Action Bronson] First of all, don't ever say a fuckin' thing about the homie Call a favor in and leave your dyke mother very lonely You a phony, doggy, holy shit, 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 that's my label Shaved Ricotta Salada, infuse the oil, basil Standin' 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 passion, novice, we play on All-Madden Old 'Lo jackets, Navajo patterns 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, eighty-five dollars Better choose wise, bitch, you fuckin' with some scholars Old Impalas jumpin' like Rasheed Wallace Smokin' joints like a barbecue pit I'm honestly sick, some would say retarded and shit My mind sharp cause I eat garlic and shit, swervin' the whip quick Little dick