Trash Minutes Lyrics & Chords By Asher Roth

Pass me the ball
Mark Madsen, I'm the last to be called
Asher, you're on
Trash minutes, dog
One dumb bad pass and I'm fast to be gone
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 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
Pass 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
spitting something similar to Sonic
Street Fighter 2, motherfucker, 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