Shit on My Lawn - Substantial, DJ G.I. Joe, A June & J Beat

If the grass is greener on the other side

Than 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'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 ass 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 shit on my own, move along man

(Aww shit)

Come on, son

(Aww shit)

Really?

(Aww shit)

You serious?

(Aww shit)

This nigga

Listen

Better curb your dog

No mics just Vics when they carry 'em off

Need to respect my property 'fore I off your ass

You ain’t too high to read the sign, «Keep off the grass»

Plow through shrubs Bogardin' my yard

And you wack ass crab grass 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'

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 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