Garden Gnome vs Cymbal Chimp - Freshy Kanal ft. Freeced, Snakebite126

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, ha!

Pull up on your block

Leave your fence riddled (hoo hoo)

I'mma bang your mom

That's a sex cymbal (hoo hoo)

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 snow cone 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 prob'ly far from home

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 arti-choked

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