Butter Boi Popcorn

[Intro – chaotic market sounds, tuk-tuk horns, shouting] [sound: street vendors yelling, tabla tapping] [distorted loudspeaker voice] "Butter Boi is coming, my friends! Brace your popcorns!" [Verse 1 – fast rapping, heavy Indian accent English] I’m sweating oil, I’m flipping skies, Popcorn rain, butter in my eyes! On the street I fly like king, Skillet hot, boom-boom, bling-bling! Samosa heat and turbo blast, Scooter squirrel zipping past! Street is wild, people roar, Butter tsunami from my store! [Pre-Chorus – tabla rhythm + crowd cheering] Hey baba! Pop-pop-pop! Dance your dhoti non-stop-stop! Golden butter on my head, Popcorn party till we dead! [Chorus – Bollywood choir + breakbeat drop] Butter Boi, flying high! Popcorn explode in Delhi sky! Boom boom, pa-pa-boom! Taste the thunder, smell the doom! [Verse 2 – playful shouting, back and forth street dialogue] (Aunty) "Ey! You drop butter in my sari!" (Butter Boi) "Madam, this butter is holy, free blessing!" (Aunty) "Oyyy, but my husband slipping now!" (Butter Boi) "He will dance better, madam-ji!" [crowd laughs, scooter skids by] Frying dreams, I turn the beat, Neon streets, spice and heat! Bhangra feet, turbo speed, Popcorn nation — yes, indeed! [Bridge – distorted sitar solo + shouting in background] Boom-chacka, boom-chacka, butter rain! Street is fire, lose your brain! Dance with Boi, feel no pain! One popcorn make you insane! [Final Chorus – full Bollywood rave + jungle breakbeat] Butter Boi, flying high! Popcorn explode in Delhi sky! Boom boom, pa-pa-boom! Taste the thunder, smell the doom! [Outro – market sounds fading, kid yelling] "Maaaa! I catch butter in my mouth!" [boombox fizzling into glitch]