i looked out the window and seen his bald head
i ran to the fridge and pulled out an egg
scoped him with my scopes he had no hair
launched that shot and he was caught out there
saw the convertible driving by
loaded up the slingshot and let one fly
he went for his to find he didn't have one
put him in check correct with my egg gun
the egg a symbol of life
go inside your house and bust out your wife
pulled out the jammy he thought it was a joke
the trigger i pulled his face the yoke
reached in his pocket took all his cash
left my man standing with an egg moustache
suckers they come a dime a dozen
and when i say dozen you know what i'm talkin about boy-ee
yeh, that's right, i'm the egg man
driving around, king of the town
always got my windows rolled down
you know, i'm the egg man
yo, da beastie boys were better back wen dey were jus whiny brats, instead o self-rightchus whiny brats. naamean?
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