read the reviews, how can you say that rookie's butter?
he's just another piece of ginger bread from the cookie cutter.
abide by the laws of architectural evolution
to build a spark of sexual revolution.
i mean grabbin' the mic outta my hands when you can't talk right
is kinda like bringin' a gun to the cockfight.
it's breakin' the rules that are made to be played by,
forsaking the tools of the trade and they may die.
so use it or lose it as with prostate cancer prevention,
who you frontin' for anyway? answer the question.
you're seeking solutions amidst a bunch of arroneous junk,
you oughta check roland kirk, thelonius monk or mingus.
the time of the month and i'm performin' cunnilingus
and droppin' science 'cause it's heavy and my name is butter fingers,
and with so much mediocrity, the world's a shitty place,
where a boy's just a dick and where a girl's a pretty face.
where mother fought father and then brother fought daughter,
and everyone's gettin' burned by boilin' hot water.
so what's the response when a kid wants to flaunt
and show off for his friends so he can act nonchalant?
i avoid usin' words like worry or nervous
and deliver the goods like a currier service.