Choices Lyrics - Asher Roth

This shit is jammin tho. 

In here bloody and muddy 

I'm 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 butter 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 

Don't be so deceiving with your penis eating fantasy 

Hatin on me, hatin on me, wait for my decay 

You gon have to wait longer, I won't ever go away 

It's 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 

I'mma 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, 18 is the riper stage 

It ain't easy to fight the feeling when dealing with hype and fame 

Leading the life of caine, I'll leave him and swipe his chain 

Breathing, nice to meet you 

Good evening, glad you came. 

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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? 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 passion 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 bitch, you fuckin with some scholars 

Old Impalas, jumping like Rasheed Wallace 

Smoking 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. 

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