Lesson #1 The Garden

[Verse 1: Fletcher]
You will
All be asking questions
And don't forget to mention
It's a lesson, it's a lesson
Today's the day, I reckon
There's a biting at my leg
Interrupts my day
He's in the same ranks
And he still can't get a date
Let's go out and get a bag
Let's put it on his head
Let's drag it through the street
Til his body's nice and red
Three letters, three letters
Sum of what I hate
Let's erase this mother-fucker
So we can escape

[Verse 2: Wyatt]
Let's stand up straight
Cut through that smoke
(Smoke)
Take a look at me, I'm not here to provoke
You've got a question
Got some concern
Leave a message and I'll get back to you soon
Now I'm really getting tired of this name-calling bullshit
But if it gets you off, then I guess I'll let it slip
Looking for those exits are what we do best
I'll take a fork and thrust it
Through a lion's chest
Not interesting in smoking shit
(V-A-)
I'd rather read a book
(D-A)
Then laying back and thinking
(V-A-)
Of the chances could've took
(D-A)
I see an apple
(V-A-)
And i see feet
(D-A)
That can look through the hatch
(V-A-)
And all i see is me
(D-A)