A couple addicts they panned up the whole litter some
Full blown panic they paddled the back sitter of
Two tone tower, the legend them lads whisper hum
Sing full flame in the middle the pit trickles up
Gas that's logs in the back of the day cabin been
Roam past caverns the lands of them old hags and its
Bones and them boogers them ghoulies they wash hands in it
Spots been liver since clippers they snipped a little bit
Closer than the average boy pardon the part past his
Mug been mistaken for artified faux pastiche
Lads still love him they lather and rub passed it
Ops been tailing and troubling both tracks it's
Simple if you ask quite difficult first glance it's
Minimal to work if you harboring out casts it's
Lines that you peasants aren't getting at all
Whether you getting the calls
Know that its written in bold letters telling
I said really it's Butters when my pup drops fur
Couldn't stop Mr. Yote in that droptop Skerrtttt
Pop shots first, let them thangs bust down
Couple lads getting timid when my dawg touch ground
It's no different scents between strands it's
Crud up in them whiskers that's lining that rum spitter
Boy its two folds, wipe any kiddie gripping noose holes
Hands full of spoons like they forget to pitch utensils
Nine lives silly tell them kittens we don't need it none
Breeders chitter teeth that second eyes begin to see him up
Spec it to the T it be the green up in them seasoned gums
Reason enough, tell them stop and drop and hit the flea and jump
So get up and drop down the rouse
Not a lot got to do
With what you frogs is probably doing there
Now listen up my pup brings the doom
Like its more fun for food
If tin fingers get to tickling here
Cus really it's Butters when my pup drops fur
Couldn't stop Mr. Yote in that droptop Skerrtttt
Pop shots first, let them thangs bust down
Couple lads getting timid when my dawg touch ground
I said really its Butters when my pup drops fur
Couldn't stop Mr. Yote in that droptop Skerrtttt
Pop shots first, let them thangs bust down
I said really it's Butters when my
I said really it's Butters when my
I said really it's Butters when my pup drops
Couldn't stop Mr. Yote in that drop top
Now boy don't get it twisted by the drill in me cusp
That gimmick only strong as how you making it up
So rest up it them messengers wont quit
No telling if it ever get safer to run streets here
Lights they been a flicker they fall wherever i seat near
Paws they been up ready don't settle around the fleet cus
Cus my puppy play whenever he feeling that cold heat
And my puppy been about it since seperational teeth
Yeah my puppy been up in it where grit and gutter compete
Oh my pup he bring the terror, type war criminals they fiend for
And that's my day one baby he don't play
Face run rugged he brush it off anyway