weeding garden, beg your pardon
I ain't nappin, doin garden rappin
weeds are goin down to the sound
of the radio poundin,
careful so the fork don't go
straight into my big toe
got seeds to sow, watch them grow
add some rain and some sun
before the summer's done
eat them all one by one
then they'll be crackin, in nature's wrappin
but now refreshment's what is lackin
nettles stinging on my skin
time to go in, quit this thing
'cos it's energy sappin
and I gotta stop this stupid rappin