More Cowbell Lyrics - Asher Roth

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 

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