Where'S Butch? (Skit) (Feat. Mike Murphy)

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