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 Fuck done squeezed, took his wife and his son out
Now all Chuck does is just sit in the dark
Contemplating suicide, Death wish in his heart
If Mary had a little lamb, Assuming Mary’s real
One also must assume, 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 kill you, for tiny cash
With their Mindless asses, 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 whore
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 deaths
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 assume, 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 death 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 ass, after using rope to wrap
Arms and legs, can’t forget the gag either
Chloroform, needles of speed, and rag ether
I coulda killed 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 assume, 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
