This is a song about "Eggs"

I keep it crackin like denny's eggs, cuz im the chef,

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

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

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

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

Crack skulls with a frying pan and cooked you up like eggs and ham

And i come through your window just like i'm hustle man

She should have invited her

Ain't no eggs for the batter

Mash up the 'tatoes whilst my bitch whisks the eggs

And everybody's having sex

While we suffer in summer our supper is eggs

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

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