Mowing Grass

Written by Douglas Firestein

VROOM VROOM BITCH!

A beautiful sunny day
The scent is in the air
I’m filled with renewed joy
It’s my favorite time of year

As I bask in the glow
Clouds fill up the sky
I remove my sunglasses
And it’s obvious why

Suckas be hangin’ round
Now it’s time to depart
I’m gonna cut them all up
Like blades of grass in the yard

(Mowin’, mowin’, mowin’)
GRASS!
(Mowin’, mowin’, mowin’)
GRASS!
Gonna use a razor
To cut off your flesh!

FLEH HE HESH
(Say goodbye to your)
FLEH HE HESH
(Say goodbye! Say goodbye!)

A rainy-ass day
Dampens my good mood
Anger fills my belly so
I search for knuckle food

So many options
I wont have enough time
So i put on my garden gloves
And bring the mower to life

(Mowin’, mowin’, mowin’)
GRASS!
(Mowin’, mowin’, mowin’)
GRASS!
Gonna use a razor
To cut off your flesh!

FLEH HE HESH
(Say goodbye to your)
FLEH HE HESH
(Say goodbye! Say goodbye!)

Sharpen up the blades
Brand new spark plug
Pull the cord and let it rip
Suckas gonna get CUT….

(Mowin’, mowin’, mowin’)
GRASS!
(Mowin’, mowin’, mowin’)
GRASS!
Gonna use a razor
To cut off your flesh!

FLEH HE HESH
(Say goodbye to your)
FLEH HE HESH
(Say goodbye! Say goodbye!)

(Mowin’, mowin’)
CUT!
(Mowin’, mowin’)
CUT!
(Mowin’, mowin’)
CUT!
(Mowin’, mowin’)
CUT!