This is a song about "Lamb"

I had beautiful words but girls never listened

Mary had a little lamb, it's fleece was bathed in blood,

Faxed a train, and killed a jam, cracks unchained a skilled lamb,

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

Mary had a little lamb, it's fleece was black as coal,

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

Mary let's the lamb lead on, and everything is well,

The lamb he doesn't bother me, when he starts to eat my eyes,

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Toss your daughter in the water like a lamb to the slaughter,

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

You slaughtered the lamb of god, for your work you get no raise!