Rambo
When you're just a pup, your free will is tricky
Knew he was gonna pick me, knew by the Crown Vicky
Said to my breeder, "Sometimes you just know"
Patted me on the head and said, "I'll call you Rambo"
We were cruisin', we were bruisin'
We were gunnin', we were runnin'
I mean, people ran the other way
When they saw us comin'
Beat up kids, beat up skids
That's about all we did
You said "we're takin' names, kickin' ass
Winnin' games, makin' stacks
And it don't get any better than that
Any better than that"
Sit down! Stay!
Good dogs obey
Sit down! Stay!
To the Lord above, to the Lord above
To the Lord above, you pray
Rambo
Rambo
He was a curb stompin', chew chompin' pig
That big bad bully made himself look big
Brag about work, chop wood, carry water
Go home and tear a strip off his daughter
Fold his uniform, bounce mama's head off the wall
It was her fault, her fault, after all
That poor daughter, black kid in bed, he caught her
Dead with the necklace in his pocket that he bought her
Sit down! Stay!
Rambo can't obey
Sit down! Stay!
We got a bad man, we got a bad man
We got a bad man in our way
Partner, I had a duty to do
Had to make the hit on you
Waited 'til you hit the booze
Evening news, evening snooze
Then I made my move
I hit when I fit
You sick piece of shit
Into the night, into the night
Into the night I go
Rambo
Sit down! Stay!
Good dogs obey
Sit down! Stay!
To the Lord above, to the Lord above
To the Lord above, we pray
Knew he was gonna pick me, knew by the Crown Vicky
Said to my breeder, "Sometimes you just know"
Patted me on the head and said, "I'll call you Rambo"
We were cruisin', we were bruisin'
We were gunnin', we were runnin'
I mean, people ran the other way
When they saw us comin'
Beat up kids, beat up skids
That's about all we did
You said "we're takin' names, kickin' ass
Winnin' games, makin' stacks
And it don't get any better than that
Any better than that"
Sit down! Stay!
Good dogs obey
Sit down! Stay!
To the Lord above, to the Lord above
To the Lord above, you pray
Rambo
Rambo
He was a curb stompin', chew chompin' pig
That big bad bully made himself look big
Brag about work, chop wood, carry water
Go home and tear a strip off his daughter
Fold his uniform, bounce mama's head off the wall
It was her fault, her fault, after all
That poor daughter, black kid in bed, he caught her
Dead with the necklace in his pocket that he bought her
Sit down! Stay!
Rambo can't obey
Sit down! Stay!
We got a bad man, we got a bad man
We got a bad man in our way
Partner, I had a duty to do
Had to make the hit on you
Waited 'til you hit the booze
Evening news, evening snooze
Then I made my move
I hit when I fit
You sick piece of shit
Into the night, into the night
Into the night I go
Rambo
Sit down! Stay!
Good dogs obey
Sit down! Stay!
To the Lord above, to the Lord above
To the Lord above, we pray
Credits
Writer(s): James Priestner, Lubomir Ivan, Jared Priestner, Jeffrey Quinn, Jan Cajka, Duran Ritz
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