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 actin'
Like he can't see you been puttin' belt to ass on these tracks for
The last six summers. That's nasty work. I bet he opened his eyes
When that light hit all that ice in the meat cleaver medallion in
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 counter
So loud, you gon' end up on the FBI's watch list. But nah, when
You came through in that white on white coke run Rolls Royce drop
Top Don, you got the block thinkin' you still got the brick specials
With intent to sell. 'Cause we all know the Buffalo Kid was fuego
With the bass and kept a.38 special that'll leave 'em stabbed and
Shot if they demandin' 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 90 outside, ain't a cloud in the sky
And the Butcher's comin', nigga! You can find him outside, Griselda