This is a song about "Sriracha and eggs"

Doctor made her fatter

Ain't no eggs for the batter

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

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

The good kid from the ugly city

Living young and wild and free

Said when i do dirt wit her

And don't ever (and don't ever)

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

Before my eggs and bacon, i squat the world until my legs be shaking

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Grab the scissors and saws and

And more than confident

Flapjack, ooh he bring

And i'm dizzy and spinning