Where's Butch? (Skit)

You have reached the voicemail box of Summertime Butch

He is not available

At the tone, please leave a message

Or you can find him outside, it's summer 25

Yo Butch, pick up

It's Mike Murphy, nigga

Yo, you see this nigga B-Dot dropped another list?

And he got you in last place

Acting like he can't see you been putting belt to ass

On these tracks for the last six summers

That's nasty work

I bet he opened his eyes

When the light hit all that ice in the meat cleaver medallion

And that Pyrex piece, but fuck all that

It's Summer 25 and the stakes is high for the hometown hero

But, bro, you got the money counters so loud

You gon' end up on an FBI's watch list

But nah, when you came through in that

White-on-white coke run Rolls-Royce drop top dawn

You got the block thinking you still got the brick specials

With intent to sell

'Cause we all know the Buffalo Kid was fuego with the base

And kept a .38 Spesh to leave 'em stabbed and shot

If they demanding a ransom

So I suggest all you subpar spitters

And lackluster lyricists

To tuck in those 10-karat, middle-of-the-mall kiosk Cubans

'Cause it's ninety outside

Ain't a cloud in the sky

And the Butcher's coming, nigga

You can find him outside

Griselda