Pass That Dutch Asher Roth

[Intro]
Let's have some fun
What-what-what up-what up
Ash Roth, Ash Roth, ayo what up?
What up? What up?
Yo, uh, yeah

[Verse 1]
More modest than most mouse
But your style’s honestly gotten me grossed out
Don't know how many a cocks run your mouth
And the copies of your album you're buying, they don’t count
Low-brow talent is profound
Brolic-y bro, yeah my body of work is so stout
No doubt, organically grown, sold out
When my own sound make for a properly worn crown
Yeah, my language it low languish
It’s so strange it makes aliens learn English
It’s so strange just like the pants on the Lone Ranger
It’s so strange just like the cankles on Bojangles
So dangerous, Ringo had met Rambo
Drank a handle of Jame, when we taught ‘em how to tango
Way I’m slinging my ammo, think I could light a candle
When standing up on a banister and landing on a mantle
Mickey, Minnie, spitting Riperton
I’m kicking shit exquisite cause I’m sick of looking in
Just in case you missed it I’m gon’ rip this shit again
So all the haters listening gotta listen to him again
Mary Kate taught me S&M in the LES
Hell, he’d body, yes, let’s begin
Equestrian, call a quest to Questlove
To get drums, but guess what? Request snubbed
Gut check, regret less, regress none
Best bet is to get dressed and get some