This is a song about "Scranbled eggs"

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

Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man

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

While we suffer in summer our supper is eggs

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Mash up the 'tatoes whilst my bitch whisks the eggs

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

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

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

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

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

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

Ain't no eggs for the batter

Good love then i can do that for her

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

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next