Rugged One - Lamb Chops lyrics

Chuck has no home he lost it all in the stocks game The wolves picked him clean because he was the Flock's lame It's just past Christmas, accounts are drained And just to screw with him, his work bounced his pay His suit and tie aren't credible around the way Still he's thinking about copping an ounce of yay He wasn't always rich and driving baby-blue cars He got his start in business with a baby-food jar Turning china white hard, chopping bricks to chunks So with any luck, Chuck will have this fixed in months But the streets ain't the same as the days he came up Somebody's always mad that you're getting your bucks Robbery turned homicide, Chuck's luck's run out Some f** done squeezed, took his wife and his son out Now all Chuck does is just sit in the dark Contemplating suicide, d**h wish in his heart If Mary had a little lamb, Assuming Mary's real One also must a**ume, that Mary has to eat meals So theoretically, let's say there's no crops I'd have to say that Mary's gonna eat some Lamb-chops I think she'd make a nice white wool coat Then steal another little baby lamb or a goat Singing Baa Baa, Black Sheep, how you wanna die Mary's only human, Mary's gotta eat to survive The dudes who bucked Chuck's son, are grimy cats Known murderers, who'd k** you, for tiny cash With their Mindless a**es, trying to snatch everything around Nobody's safe from filling holes in the ground Pushing old people down, just to snatch their wallets Brains bollixed, drug fiend alcoholics Names Mark and Jerome, sons of a who*e Daddy was a crack fiend, died over raw Sister would have made it, but a stray bullet dropped her Died pregnant, baby survived, up for adoption Now Mark and Jerome are all that's left And the time's ticking down til they meet their d**hs Jerome's caught first by the Hounds of War Slit throat, lived by the gun, and died by the sword What Mark doesn't know about his brother getting dusted Is Chuck knows, now he's out to serve his own justice If Mary had a little lamb, Assuming Mary's real One also must a**ume, that Mary has to eat meals So theoretically, let's say there's no crops I'd have to say that Mary's gonna eat some Lamb-chops I think she'd make a nice white wool coat Then steal another little baby lamb or a goat Singing Baa Baa, Black Sheep, how you wanna die Mary's only human, Mary's gotta eat to survive Mark's going nuts, he's being stalked by Chuck Doesn't know who to trust, so he walks in the dusk Feeling haunted, the ghosts of his past, have arisen They're chasing, but this ghost is actually living But not actually living, since the d**h of his kindred Chuck wants Mark's blood, like a vampire bit him Since his fam got hit, it lit a damn fire in him Now he wants to burn him live, like a campfire victim When they find him it'll look like a land mine ripped him Or a terrorist example, on an airline mission I'll close the gap, whenever he goes to nap Roast his a**, after using rope to wrap Arms and legs, can't forget the gag either Chloroform, needles of speed, and rag ether I coulda k**ed him yesterday if I used my gun But his last sight has gotta be a picture of my son If Mary had a little lamb, Assuming Mary's real One also must a**ume, that Mary has to eat meals So theoretically, let's say there's no crops I'd have to say that Mary's gonna eat some Lamb-chops I think she'd make a nice white wool coat Then steal another little baby lamb or a goat Singing Baa Baa, Black Sheep, how you wanna die Mary's only human, Mary's gotta eat to survive