Lyrics:
Look over the all in the shrubs There lives a man who feeds on grubs Trampled flowers splintered trees The only the thing he really needs Is mulch
I got mulch on my shoes I got mulch on my shirt Bitches writing letters like it's Blue's Clues (Yuh) Mulch on my pants They call me Steve Cuz I'm
carry on) I made it out the mulch, I made it out the mulch I came a long way from dark grey skies Now 22 my renaissance days, Beyonce vibes Murdering
Inch by inch, row by row Gonna make this garden grow Gonna mulch it deep and low Gonna make it fertile ground Inch by inch, row by row Please bless
Inch by inch, row by row Gonna make this garden grow Gonna mulch it deep and low Gonna make it fertile ground Inch by inch, row by row Please bless
Im no thought sayer Im no mulch layer But I will for you Yes I will for you Your granny kept her front yard looking so beautiful But what's more
again I don't wanna go inside, go inside That dingy, dusty, doldrumish den Makes me feel the mulch Feel the mulch, feel the mulch I feel the mulch
might go again I might dig through the mulch for answers Go go Go again I might go again I might dig through the mulch for answers Go go Go again I might
the heat Will you be garden-front or petty food for us to eat? Swine! You are the mulch Enriching spoiled soil As you reach for the sun A stench of death is
How quiet it is When drops begin to fall On the blackened branches Of the cottonwood And ash turns to mulch Around roots that won't hold You can't
This ain't what you thought Water like a mop yea Fakin then it's chalk Higher than a hawk Feel like Tony hawk Niggas rollin mulch How you say we
moon shines It all decomposes, even beautiful roses New life springs forth from the mulch This is where I call home and wherever I roam There is
to the front You've got a lively heart Know what you've done Put it away (And create your art) Even mulch in its rawest form can become a garden (And create
Yeah, yeah, yeah (blood seepin' out) Blood (blood), blood (blood) Seeping into the mulch, I needed a quick result I read it and don't respond
gang What it do now Shout out to ma shooters Mulch mulah Chi ching Gwap gwap gulah This is it This is it Now it's time to get rich Chi Ching Chi
I began to see the clouds in paper When he showed me the rainfall grows the trees The trees to mulch, the mulch to paper Waits for the clouds For
letting all of the killers go free, yeah Fuel within the engine, mulch to sculpt to riches Even if you stand alone, you got to stand up If you love hip hop
scratching hairy mulch And from the mulch, dull stones Caps bruised by his touch "What have you stolen spirit? Have you turned ashes to gold? What use have
to me The same to me I thought that you would run away from me but I was the one That ran away from you Cus I really think too much Turn my mind to mulch
'round, go back to that mulch You reap what you sow, I know it came at a cost On the other hand , my bands came in by the bulk I got mad green, you can call
love There were like 30 like 30 of us and we were all friends and it was all love Standin' on the mulch with you lookin' all around Wonderin' what kind
Yeah Growing up, bad as hell, was really round mulch I saw niggas jumping out the gym and landed off the porch Probably could've went D3 if I was
Kanye: This song's for all the posers tryin' ta make out that they all bad an' shit Man, y'all spread it so thick you could mulch my lawn I don't
enough young in his lung for the water wings Colorfully vulgar poacher, out of mulch Like, "I'ma pull the pulse out a soldier and bolt" Fine, sign
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