This is a song about "Nutter butter"

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Stomach rumbles low, never stole the dough and butter

I figured out that it don't matter for real

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

Saying they all different, but i don’t show them no effort

My tongue is like a butter knife, using it to spread the word!

Or something that you paid for

Flow smoother than paula deena butter

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Where i found a butter knife, it was dull but different.

In my bread and peanut butter you're the jelly in between

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

Where i found a butter knife, it was dull but different.

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust