This is a song about "Eggs and sausages"

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

This how i hear it different

Grab the scissors and saws and

While we suffer in summer our supper is eggs

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

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

And inhospitable,

I'm modest, and humble

Living young and wild and free

Cause some of you bitches funny

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,