Belgium Butter

[Intro]

Thruhh
Thank you, thank you, thank you
Ladies and gentlemen
Today our special guest is, MIKE, in all caps
Right?
MIKE
Yeah
Ok, we have him...hmm
You know what?
Let's let him talk
Tell us a little something about yourself MIKE
Uh...yeah
See, he’s not a man of many words, huh?
Ok
Uh huh
Mmhmm
Yeah? Wow
Yeah alright
Okay
Alright
Simple
So, tell us about this tape of yours
It's probably a list of songs I end up killing myself to
What?

[Verse 1]
Around you
I always felt like I'm the nicest
She blinded
To the fact my mind is
Full of surprises
And prizes and diamonds
And exquisite images of grinding
I’m finding
Spare time for the fine rhyme
And I'm dining and dashing
That's fine man
The action, denying his passion
They lying, they gassing
He trying, he rapping
He crying, he gasping
He finally laughing
Haha

[Verse 2]
We back to the pastor
Back to the rappers
Known to rap raptures
Black male crackers
Facts, tell after
Pastel smasher
Tracks pretty good
But the crack sell faster
Chappelle laughter
I will never sell it
DOOM made the rhyme so embellished
And I like my hot dogs with relish

[Hook]
Stop it
There will never ever be another
Please tell them cover
The Belgium butter
Fuck with that?
Stop it
There won't ever ever be another
Please tell them cover
The Belgium butter

[Verse 3]
Danny told me leave an eye open
'Cause boys down there
Leave your guy choking
Homie, I ain't joking
Flow like a potion
Known to keep it Frank like the Ocean
Homie, how you know this?
Boy, I just focus
Fingers start to jitter when I wrote this
Eyes start to close and I woke up in a lotus
The set must have chosen
My nose is atrocious
Gold to the roll
Coke for the cull
Coke for the nose
Bars that I flow when I'm in it
My homie's frying chicken
English girl liking it, oh
Scrolling through my mindset
Boy, you boys know how time get
Imagine time slit
I put a knife to his eyelid
Stick it in his iris
Gorilla Gang, the virus
’Cause you know
MIKE and the group are the highest
Cream is how I wet the letter next to i is
Ya whole pack crying
’Cause you know divine with the 9 is inspiring
Flow pretty fire
You should call the fireman
Or the ambulance
Throw bands until Amber dance
Ball fall like an ambulance
Or Khalil with the still
Life get real, bars pretty sick
Fuck...ight