Salty Butter

Keep your hands off my dick
I just might show you a cool trick
I like my leftovers cold
The bong water's growing mold
My old roommate can get you blow
But around here is mostly fentanyl
Selling pot all day
Making sure the cops know my name
I'll be quiet
I'm not fighting
With you anymore
Existing has become such a chore
Gouge out my eyes and fill me with dope
I have no use for this frontal lobe
So I'm not here
I guess I'm a tad bit confused
How many of my friends have your nudes?
And claim they've had you
I'm nothing new
Nothing good for you.