Trash Minutes

[Verse 1: Boyder] It tastes so good once it hits your lips I'm like Chris Brown making hits like this Boyd bring beer And Brain bring herbal Pour out champagne for my dead gerbil I don't jump on songs for chunks of change I jump on so girls unbutton thangs From butt and thangs My parties be jumpin' Catch me on the back deck straight dry humpin' Fuck your pancakes dog I'm in the kitchen with my pants taked off Pull over for a truck stop shit Boyder, daggy Don't chase no chick I'm more single than a Chase Ut hit Girls in the sack don't fake no shit [Verse 2: Asher Roth] Pass me the ball, ash to the Roth Mark Madsen, I'm the last to be called Asher, you're on, trash minutes, dog One dumb pass and I'm fast to be gone Cut class, punk ass, ask any prof Run laps, fun fact, laughed when I saw Harold and Maude for the very first time Should have been signed from my very first rhyme Rhyme for a cause Rhyme all because I can talk, I can walk, I can breathe, I can smoke On the weed that I need to evoke all the thoughts That I wrote all alone in the zone in the John Tall as Vince Vaughn when I'm laying on the lawn Pass the popcorn, yeah, we smoke marijuana Kinda want mom's, maybe it's chicken parm Wait, I think I'm wrong, let me get a gin and tonic Sonic, spitting something similar to Sonic Street Fighter 2, motherfucker, you, who want it? You could be Ryu, I'll just come with E. Honda Hundred Hand Slap when I get in that vagina Light up, let me get a pint of apple cider Better than me getting head brighter than some vitamin You're in for a treat, Wall Street When that bull speak heat, raw meat, all me Fall feet first when that car seat's on lean Party hard like I was Chris Farley [Outro] Seared Foie Gras with Quince and Cranberry Seared Foie Gras with Quince and Cranberry You better recognize