Asher Roth - Trash Minutes lyrics

[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 unbu*ton thangs From bu*t and thangs My parties be jumpin' Catch me on the back deck straight dry humpin' f** your pancakes dog I'm in the kitchen with my pants taked off Pull over for a truck stop sh** Boyder, daggy Don't chase no chick I'm more single than a Chase Ut hit Girls in the sack don't fake no sh** [Verse 2: Asher Roth] Pa** 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 bad pa** and I'm fast to be gone Cut cla**, punk a** Ask and he'd cough 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 Pa** 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, motherf**er, 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