This is a song about "Nutter butter"

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Making this butter off these bloodsuckers

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

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

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

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

Well, that's what you are

Melt this track like butter

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

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

See, mel made a couple milli sellin’ jesus passion

Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

I'm the greatest prophesying professor, nutter