Butter King Jewels

The beat is sicker than the blood in your stool

The way it repeats can trick ya like a stuttering fool

Uttering butter king jewels

His mudda been cool

Schooled on how to wash away the crud in the drool pool

(That's right doom)

Made his chrome dome glisten

At first he couldn't tell she had a chromosome missin'

Kept a spare somewhere

In these underwear, he swear

To helped her get the gum out her hair

They need to get they thumb out they rears

And show some skills the one time they come out in years

Instead of dumbin' out in fears of they own shadow

In a game that swell 'em up to dead 'em like cattle

Take your rattle and skadaddle

Before you get a whippin' with the pen and pad paddle

Ghouls, got 'em modeling gear

He came with more rhymes than molecules in air

The track was like a thorn in his back

As for the rhymes, I'll give y'all fair warnin', it's crack

Whoever start smokin', come back

Come back catch a heart attack up in some bum shack

Sharper than a thumb tack

His body was a temple made of chemicals to the dimple

To him still it wasn't so simple

Kept his right and left hand beefin'

One knockin' teeth in, the other one chiefin'

But first, this song'll make you wanna stomp ya ten toes

Swooped up hooptie Pinto off a pimp my whip

Before they put the system in and had it all stripped

It ain't no need to trip

Indeed he ripped scripts from here to Jebip

Get a grip, leave it a dag mess for beer

Burnin' like a bag of schwag cess in the air