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Shit on My Lawn

DJ GI Joe, Substantial
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If the grass is greener on the other side Then why in the hell did you choose to come here, do tell I am not a weakling like these other guys I am not frail so just to be clear, you fell Your portfolio is full of digit autumn Pretty for a few weeks until it hit bottom Fetch my leaf blower, you might compost With what you compose but it's mostly compost Plant foot in your ass like a pump for a teen You bums are all thumbs but none of them green In the jungle you're king, you're lion, I'm mere dandy A stand to stand because I'm after Stanleys Build then destroy when I find fertile ground And break dirty tracks right before I put it down Clowns spreading their manure as soon as they get in town But I got fresh shit of my own, moving on (Pause it) Listen, better curb your dog No mics just vics wanna curve you off Need to respect my property or I off your ass You ain't too high, read the sign, keep off the grass I'm out through shrubs, bogartin' my yard Nigga wack ass crabgrass, pardon the god Dig this, I'm underground till I'm topsoil Break green with my team till our plot's toiled I would throw dirt when the plan's to clean up Hard labor got me looking like I ran through the sprinklers This is my turf and I'm the landscaper But they don't want to give me work 'cause I demand paper Hey, could be bagging leaves but I hustle my art best Planting seeds of wealth so we'll be eating by harvest No doubt in droughts, I will sprout regardless Without handouts of progress from Congress They all pests, stop bugging (Pause it) Another long day now it's back to the shed So I can put the tools away and just relax in the bed But the earth's secret garden is in need of tending She needs to freshen up and give her hedges a trimming In a day filled with more lows than highs She's miracle grow, 'round her I'm known to rise Like the vacant sun when the AM come We make way for fun, a little wake and steak You on the other hand can't get a break as of late Messing with rusty hose and burning bush Better mind your own lawn 'fore you start the hating 'Cause it's clearly in need of some cultivating You ain't got enough skill to be playing the field son No balls, in fact you lack the will son A cut above the rest, I'm the lawnmower man So before you try to bomb on my land think again, chump (Pause it)