I keep the lawn in order while you're chilling in the armchair
I've seen a lotta gardens but you got that thousand yard stare
A Dunham puppet dud, I'm the G-gnome from the projects
Only got you out of storage to ream holes in your cobwebs
King put you on the shelf, chilled with Stephen for a minute
Then he knocked you off the perch, now you're sleeping with the fishes
Tried to creep in with your demons but the teens ain't superstitious
You're a birthday gift for kids and on the flea market by Christmas
Keep the blick up on my Poarch, cuz this ain't build a bitch
Pulled together by some stitches, you're built to be a snitch
I can see your fear is building, I'm sprinting for the whip
Cuz I know this Chimp will throw when he's been shitting some bricks
Pull up on your block, leave your fence riddled
I'mma bang your mom, that's a sex cymbal
Her and I converge behind the curtains while you work at night
Gardening activities, you would say she's fertilized
Early fight, I work the mic by flashing all these pearly whites
To show something disturbing might occur to this suburbanite
Had all this time and your fashion sense is still hideous
I know I like hi hats but, this is getting ridiculous
Bitch you look like someone dropped a snowcone on an old man
I'll grip the metal put it to your gnome dome with both hands
If you're looking for a Juliet she's probably far from home
This Gnomeo ain't making em wet, he got no garden hoes
Ragged bearded outside cat smelling like garlic cloves
You've been barring in the garden way too long, you artichoked
My sales are as high as your confidence isn't
Got those Aardman teeth and you're not even British
I'll fuck you up in your haunted ass prison
And tell the Warrens I did it
Give this Conjuring chimp a conjugal visit
Don't run up in my subdivision
Or I'mma hit you with something vicious
The urban jungle ain't monkey business
What I spin turns gold like Rumpelstilzchen
So whyn't you pick up a rusty cymbal
With your tippy toes, kick the bucket with it
If you come to visit, I'mma kick your ass
Back to the factory where your butt was printed
Actually I just got back, said hi to your replacement
And the hundred thousand more that they had tied up in the basement
If you think that I'm generic, careful who you turn that lamp on
Maybe talk to those flamingos if you need a leg to stand on
Ask me to stop torturing this small corpulent lawn ornament
I'm not bored of it yet, you tried to be
Don Porcelain stopped short of it
I drop choruses, shots swarming in monkey bars so you're falling off
Sorry that I murdered Doofenshmirtz before his balls had dropped