[Intro]

O-Dot

Man Bites Dog

Is mom coming to the dorm, Asher? (get 'em)

Have her bring me somethin'

Have her come bring, bring me somethin' in something sexy

Ah man, you got me (C-Write!)

You got my back against the wall, bro, I'm threatened

What am I gonna do, Surock on the beat

Uh-oh

[Verse 1]

Somebody's talking in subliminal shit, with minimal wit

When will he get off Eminem's dick? Give him his kid

I saw him on YouTube in a room, full of dudes, barefoot

No women, it's feminine shit

Now who's a never been, I'm better than you've ever been, bitch

If one thing's evident, it's what I spit I never been, bitch

But you're too pussy to say my name, you would be, play footsie with Scooter

Begging Kid Cudi to do a hook, stop the bumming for music

Look, fuck a set up, I sit back

Didn't want to listen to your shit to diss back

I mean, we lose to this elf, I lose to my self

How could he have me cornered when I got the room to my self?

We all know that, but you let Scooter put a battery in your hollow back like you work for a Volvo plant

So either A) keep away, take over a week to pray

Cause beef this way will leave your face Super Ugly when the Ether spray

Meet the greeter at the pearly gate

Verbally put you in the hearse at 4:38am, takin' you to an early grave

Your fam will hurl for days, cause we ripped Em's voice from your throat

And gave you Auto-Tune, put you in a world of Pain

Bit lot harder kid, I've been spittin' shit not thought of yet

You just got your hip-hop starter kit

Retire with the spit shit, cause if Em hadn't been tired for a quick bit

You'd still be Van Wilder's assistant

Man, some swear they made it and they barely famous

Better Curb Your Enthusiasm 'fore you play yourself like Larry David

Here lies Asher, who's features/label barely paid it

And already their making funeral and wake arrangements

[Hook]

Rest in pieces, who's flesh and peaced it

It's best to please us, or just be decent

So rest in piece, kid, and rest with Jesus

Rest in piece, kid

[Verse 2]

Missed your slight chance to blow for The White Rapper Show

Figured fuck it, I'll just bite Mathers' flow, who has to know?

Prob is your soul's that of a white Casper ghost

Figured fuck it again and close pinned like half his nose

Quincident his voice is like a twin or is he biting Slim?

Hmm, I'm running with the latter like a fireman

Maybe I shouldn't be battling Woody Allen

But maybe if he stopped talking like this all day there could be talent

What? Cat got your tongue? I see this pussy frownin'

Your features would be clownin' if you weren't throwin' them thousands

Drama co-signed but it's not cause how hot he rhymes

It's cause he sees possible dollar signs from the college kind

The whole globe can look, life is like a open book

I have you on my blog, daily, stressed smoking kush

Caps on, irrational pantin', while I blog on HipHopDX

All caps off like The National Anthem

This isn't even back and forth, this is I threw it at you once

And your catch was off, fuck a Asher Roth

Spat Ether on his ass, too pussy to set it off

Like my teeth were on the gas, plus your queefin' on the pad

Leakin', bleedin' to your dad for Em's tape while you menstruate

Bleedin' on the rag take this beating like a man

Now get defeated like a Stan, I'm Chris Brown in a wife beater to Rihanna throwin' keys to his Lamborghini when he's mad

Never even went to parties, he's deceiving all his fans

If he did, he sat in the corner, sippin' Seagrams like a fag

See they thinking I'm really mad

But the reasons I'm even speakin' on this fag

Is for twenty minutes, his free was in the trash

Ask Stevie if he's mad for signing a Mormon

Lookin' like he survived an abortion

Here he lies in his coffin for toe taggin' himself

Asher put his own nail in the coffin like he was gagging himself