Butter Tits - Lee Scott, Dirty Dike

You ain’t no average space ho

To me

Believe.

*yeah*

You ain’t no half act

Margarine

I mean.

*yeah*

Let’s get together

And make cream

Acheive.

*yeah*

Some shit that’chu could only conceive

In a dream

YEAH-YEAH-YEAH-YEAAH

When I wake up it’s

Still the same

I’m not ashamed

Your butter got me losin' my mind

So, give me brain

YEAH-YEAH-YEAH-YEAAH

You know you got those butter tits

I don’t want no other shit

Beam upon my mothership

Let me see your muffin drip

Baay-beh

YEAH-YEAH-YEAH-YEAAH

You know how I feeel

I wanna eat’chu with every meal

For reaaal

Baaay-beh

YEAH-YEAH-YEAH-YEAAH

Where do I start?

I’d rather have a heart attack

Than go back

To that Lurpak baay-beh

You got me goin' craay-ze

Outta ma mind

Every day and night

Every single day of the week

Butter on ma sheets

Baay-beh

Buutter on ma-*

YEAH-YEAH-YEAH-YEAAH

YEAH-YEAH-YEAH-YEAAH

YEAH-YEAH-YEAH-YEAAH