Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song More Cowbell, artist - Asher Roth. Album song Pabst & Jazz, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 20.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Retrohash
Song language: English
More Cowbell |
| In the meadows where we grow the rose petals |
| And we sip a glass of Merlot |
| While I blow the Portabello |
| Like Cruello with a Cigarillo |
| Hello, Listen Up |
| This is Asher from the Morrisville |
| A little North of Truck |
| What the fuck? |
| Oh you didn’t know little homie flow? |
| He a pro, Use a little more |
| You’s a little slow, how slow? |
| Little Kelso. |
| Smoking elbows? |
| If so, let me know I’ll just give you my cell phone |
| Hell froze, Elmo, I’m sticking like Velcro |
| So, you ain’t got the pasta you don’t get the Pesto |
| Presto, Go to infinity and beyond it |
| Rhyme shit spitting gets imprinted on your conscious |
| Ash, shit, this world’s sitting in your palm |
| And it’s important that you know this |
| So you never get it wrong |
| Says my Mom as she reads the Tarot cards and the stars |
| This called me to go and be a motherfucking boss, Ricky Ross |
| Look at Paul Roth, kid is all talk |
| He’s a narc, he’s a lost cause |
| Fuck em cut em off |
| But this dog’s off his leash |
| I’m showin yall my teeth when I speak |
| Yeah, I mean I bring Prometheus heat |
| Lean in your seat |
| You’d think that they’d be leaping to see |
| A commercial MC keep an ear to the street |
| Because Jeez |
| We sick of watching all this shit go on |
| But this song ain’t done yet, so son you start marching |
| A marksman, Part Marge, Part Bart Simpson |
| But the other parts Descartes, Bars is raw wisdom |
| A lost art. |
| I talk part of a larger mission |
| But you’d rather slack off with Sharks than pay attention |
| So Bark Bark, another subpar spittin' |
| Yeah, my time is limited and I refuse to waste a minute |
| So finish, Bustin' Ass, Snuffaluf-gas |
| In the cab huffin' grass, Fuck it I puff puff pass |
| Enough of that, Oughta buy out the suckerin' succotash |
| Sup with Ash? |
| Yo, what happened? |
| Yo, I heard that fucker cracked |
| Yo, I heard he was abducted they put something in his ass |
| Well, I heard he had a run-in with a bear and got attacked |
| Now, Where’d you come up with that |
| Run and tell your mother that this motherfucker’s back |
| Paper or plastic? |
| Nah. |
| I bring my own bags |
| Now how you want to pay for that? |
| Straight cash |
| Evil Laugh |
| Yeah, I’ve been playing phone tag for the last |
| 6 months with my label, Tell them fools to call me back |
| I play charades sippin' chardonnay fifty times a day |
| Feeling great, can’t wait to taste the marmalade |
| Fade away, Himalayan retreat to find me |
| Good grief. |
| Loose leaf? |
| I treat it like Bruce Lee |
| Who’s he? |
| Why y’all keep seeing truth in 2D? |
| My speech be like I mixed Rufies with Kool Keith |