Shit On My Lawn (feat. DJ G.I. Joe)

Bannnn! (Ah Shit!)
 VERSE 1
 If the grass is greener on the other side,
 Then why inn 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 portfolio is foliage is autumn.
 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're king? You're lyin', a mere dande
 A Stan of Stan because I'm apt with 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!
 HOOK (DJ GI Joe & Substantial)
 (Aww Shit)
 Come on, son!
 (Aww Shit)
 Really?!
 (Aww Shit)
 You serious?
 (Aww Shit)
 Psh, this nigga!
 VERSE 2
 Listen
 Better curb your dog
 No mics, just vics when they carry you off
 Need to respect my property for I off ya' 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 w/ my team 'til our plots foiled
 I don't 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 baggin' leaves but I hustle my art best
 Plantin' seeds of wealth so we'll be eating 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 tending
 She leaves to freshen up and give her hedges a trimming
 In a day filled with more Lowes 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 & 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 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!
 HOOK