This is a song about "Creme eggs"

Ain't no eggs for the batter

Doctor made her fatter

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Why are you boiling like eggs, grunting at my face like pigs?

Just accept your fate, let the darkness lay it's eggs,

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

Reefer head with nuggets that's greener than easter eggs and shit

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Hey baster stop battling me (carl c) your master, your spiting some eggs

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Mash up the 'tatoes whilst my bitch whisks the eggs

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

Lil money i pay my own bills. shut ya eggs up for they rotten