The Garden

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Welcome to the garden the HQ of Jim Lardon Where weed trees grow around the things I leave departed Got AKs in black bags you think were full of garbage Guess again the weapons I've obtained are like Osama's Who, by the way, is still alive, and stays to say hello And told me to tell you all that he's just lying low Then disclosed he was paid to take the blame For what happened to the towers, so America could take control I make the fans mosh, but this ain't rock and roll Just a snip it of the craziness of life I know Inside the grimey flow, I'll blow your mind to Idaho You'll fly it back to return it to it's rightful home I'm like a Warlord with lyrics, I've got much more than spirit I'm trying to conjure up a spell and take control Of every single area code across the globe For every fairy tale told I tell it straight and bold I'm something like a common cold No one's found a cure for me, so I'll just hang around until it's time to go And come back when I decide too And play the synesses for viruses, like bird flu and swine flu Or whatever's in line next that's been designed to Kill her slowly within life's huge human zoo It's Jay Lardon with a chete in your alley way Don't ask me who I am, who the fuck are you, Buckaroo? All my bars and rhymes move in syncrasy Think of me as mother Mary boy you can't get into me But I ain't virginal I'm dangerous to pussy holes Who think that I won't step to them instinctively and sink my teeth In their damn necks, take a rain check Instead of blazing you I'd probably rather blaze the bless But I'll be spraying to the day and date the game starts making sense Won't stop until I'm dead That's what I call going to grave extents Bring me back to life in fifty thousand years And I'll rain on whoever's rapping nice Then kick back with a diet coke, jack and ice See words for me swells within the devil's eyes A never ending well of luster probably made me jealous, I Throw my hands up, I admit But I run up my lips a bit because I felt like I'm handcuffed But now I've broke free, I'm never leaving bankrupt Rappers think they're dead stiff like rigor mortis is Just know I come hard like porn star performances Norman of Normandy, I'll force you out your fortresses Until you're hiding like your moonlighting as a contortionist I've seen men collecting medals, I think we need to pause a bit 'Cause I ain't hating for the day that I start making soft songs son I'll probably win an award for it And for a spitter like myself that's what the bullshit is Anyways, I'll never stray away for real All I can do, I guess, is demonstrate the way I feel The way I speak, the way I walk, the way I breathe, the way I meal So real life's got me chasing that 2 stone still I lost when diabetes, handed me my tombstone and fucking Will Listen, I worked hard to get signed, but that's irrelevant The point I'm trying to make's I never had a lucky deal So all you inbreads can climb my money hill 'Cause D.E.V is on the hunt for money still And then my hands ain't on the curb they're on the till I'm O.T., you know me Running through the whole scene, screaming Dagenham is ill With young whippers snappers grabbing on the steel What the fuck is with this manner chat will get you killed Crack and smack is everywhere, just like the weed and pills My backyard is too rough for Titchmarsh Fuck all the little pricks that keep saying my name You'll never be of ill I've done everything you've done 10 times over Forget everyone doing good things for the U.K Nothing but love all day, let's make it happen O.T our time, Devlin, A Moving Picture