Potholes in My Lawn

(Yo, something's wrong here, no, not again)
(Get the daisies for the)

Potholes in my lawn
Potholes in my lawn (potholes in my lawn)

Everybody's sayin'
What to do when sucker lunatics start diggin' and chewin'
They don't know that the Soul don't go for that
Potholes in my lawn
And that goes for my rhyme sheet
Which I concentrated so hard on, see
I don't ask for maximum security
But my dwellin' is swellin'
It nipped my bud when I happened to fall
Into a spot (to a spot) where no ink or an ink-blot
Was on a scroll (was on a scroll), I just wrote me a new mot
But now it's gone (but now it's gone)
'Cause those suckers knew that I hate
To recognize that every time I'm writin', it's gone

(Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-a)
(Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee)

Potholes in my lawn

I've found that it's not wise
To leave my garden untended
'Cause eyes have now pardoned all laws of privacy
Even paws are after my writer, see
I presume that everyone's sayin'
What to do when suckers are preyin'
Upon my well-guarded spreadsheets (spreadsheets)
Oh why, hell does it send up fleets (up fleets)
Of evil-doers through the big hole (big hole)
To get to evil-doers who dig holes (dig holes)
Which leaves my lawn with lawn-chew
I think I'd better plant traces to give clues
Or better yet, call 911 (call 911)
And when they get here, I inform them I'm the Plug One (the Plug One)
Open a chair and let them realize the reason
For concern of the Soul
'Cause we've come down with a case of potholes

(Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-a)
(Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee)

(Who stole, who stole)
(Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?)

Now you got the method, what to do when you die
The death that I predict in "Plug Tunin'"
It's a shame when you deny to claim
That you stole my words of fame
That I wrote in my rhyme sheet (rhyme sheet)
Which I concentrated so hard on, see (hard on, see)
I don't ask for a barbed wire fence, B (a fence, B)
But my dwellin' is swellin'
It nipped my bud when I happened to fall
Into a spot (to a spot) where no ink or an ink-blot
Was on a scroll (was on a scroll), I just wrote me a new mot
But now it's gone (but now it's gone)
'Cause those suckers knew that I hate
To recognize that every time I'm writin', it's gone

Potholes in my lawn (potholes in my lawn)

(Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-a)
(Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee)

Yo, Pos, what are sucker MCs diggin'?
Potholes in my lawn
Yo, Dove, what are we feelin'?
We're feelin' potholes in my my lawn
Yo, Mase, what we doin'?
Potholes in my lawn
Hey, Mase what we for?
Potholes in my lawn
Yo, Prince Paul, what are you producin'?
Potholes in my lawn
Yo, we out here like what you hear
Forty ounces of beer, have no fear
In the house
The Daisy Age is here, sucker
Strictly, Dan Stuckie, yes, yes, yes
1988
Suckers, suckers, suckers
And, and who in the house?