Asher Roth

Asher Roth - Muddy Swim Trunks lyrics

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<b>Muddy Swim Trunks</b> by <i>Asher Roth</i><br />

Hey yo quick life lesson, never touch a mans

while he's restin or while he's bench pressin

Hangin out with Pan, playing flutes for affection

Hopin' to seduce so I use this erection

Uh, viewer discretion, sex drug reference

Smokin' all yo weed, bout a quarter pound of Headies

Strokin' on yo sheets, while you organize the wedding

Flowin on the beat gotta fortify my sentence-is

Yeah, strengthen my oratory weapons

Forget the pen, Emerson, in a second

Past life present, Shots is like deafenin'

Heard around the world like the giants won the pennant

Ain't no need to get defensive

Like Revis for the Jets or Arenas When he bets

I'm just messin', Please don't be so aggressive

You wastin' T-Cells when you hatin' on my flesh and blood

Don't be mad that this raps my profession

And I go to class in the same clothes I slept in

And watch hoes arm wrestle while I'm reffin'

Over the top, PSYCH, nah, mic checkin' uh

Just you wait til we get to the intestine,

That real shit, Ms. Frizz kinda life lesson

Magic School Bus type ridin' on the record

The science of the mind, I am highly interested

No religion, if I did it would be Buddah

or maybe Hindu, cuz Ganesha is remov-ah

of everything that is Pseudo

And thats including you know

Losers startin' rumors that I'm similar to Bruno

Cool yo, that doesn't bother me a tiny bit

I'm confident, I'll take it as a compliment

Anonymous non-sense, well that's time spent

I'm too wild, tryin to take it on back to 9 6

Illadelph, half-life all eyes have been nixed

Beats, Rhymes and Life and Stakes is high as sh**

It was written in the scriptures, A-T-L-iens exist

By Iron Man and Dr. Octo-Gynecologist

So quit it with yo Cristal Sippin', Wack Spittin'

That's finished that instant that Asher Roth steps in

Admit it, that kid is, bad wit it, Fast-witted, Tactitic,

Too brash to ask critics, cuz

They just bums

Disgruntled, couldn't cut it

So they judgin' others on how to do somethin'

But F*** it, I ain't trustin' nothin' but my gut

Try anything once except F***in' up the butt

And huggin' on the nuts of some owner of some buzz-nuss

All for some bucks and some buzz cuz, Tut Tut

I'll be doin' this just for fun stuff

Like what? Jumpin' in the Mud in my Swim Trunks

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