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letra de shit on my lawn - substantial

[verse 1]
if the gr-ss is greener on the other side
than why in the h-ll 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’ll fail)
your port folio is foliage in autum
pretty for a few weeks until it hit bottom
fetch my leaf blower, you might con most
with what you compose but it’s mostly compost
plant foot in your -ss like i punt for a team
you bums are all thumbs but none of them green
in the jungle you king? you’re lying, a meer dande
a stan of stan because i’m after stanleys
build and destroy when i find fertile ground
aerate dirty tracks right before i put it down
clowns spreading their manure as soon as they get in town
but i got fresh sh-t on my own, move along man

[hook]
(aww sh-t)
come on, son
(aww sh-t)
really?
(aww sh-t)
you serious?
(aww sh-t)
this n-gga

[verse 2]
listen
better curb your dog
no mics just vics when they carry ’em off
need to respect my property ‘fore i off your -ss
you ain’t too high to read the sign, “keep off the gr-ss”
plow through shrubs bogardin’ my yard
and you wack -ss crab gr-ss pardon the god
dig this, i’m underground ’til i’m top soil
rake green with my team ’til our plot foiled
i don’t throw dirt when the plan’s to clean up
hard labor got me lookin’ like i ran through the sprinklers
this is my turf and i’m the landscaper
but they don’t want to give me work because i demand paper
hey, could be baggin’ leaves but i hustle my art best
plantin’ seeds of wealth so we’ll be eatin’ by harvest
no doubt in droughts i will sprout regardless
without handouts or progress from congress
they all pest, stop buggin’

[hook]

[verse 3]
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 tendin’
she leaves to freshen up and give her hedges a trimmin’
in a day filled with more lows than highs
she’s miracle grow, ’round her i’m known to rise
like the baking sun when the am come
we make way for fun, a little wake and stake
you on the other hand can’t get a break as of late
messing with rusty hoes and burning bush
better mind your own lawn for you start the hatin’
cause it’s clearly in need of some cultivatin’
you ain’t got enough sk!ll to be playing the field son
no b-lls, 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

[hook]

- substantial

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