This is a song about "Dog butter"

Melt this track like butter

Are you perfect motherfucker

Your death's miscella-neous, say hi to mister hades man, these little games

Cause you be lookin fatter from eatin too many peanut butter pancakes

Stomach rumbles low, never stole the dough and butter

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Her lips and my dick, they stick together like a nutter butter

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Flow smoother than paula deena butter

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Ya'll better hope 2012 really real, cause the way i feel i'mma make ya'll suffer

One way or another it's to the gutter unless you stay stacking the butter

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

Where we spent days learning to spell dog