This is a song about "Eggs and bacon"

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

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

Can't tell you where the bacon is, but the beef's on the cow

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

My rhymes drive rappers mad hungry like fat bacon,

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

Like bacon, up on the skillet

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

You told me god was the answer

Ain't no eggs for the batter

Add a little meat and now we're bacon bad,

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Show em what's best, last time you got it cracking was when opening eggs

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Told my old lady to make me eggs without warning

She only love me when i be ignoring