Brickstone

3000 BC, welcome to Brickstone, with stone built blocks of flats. If you weren't from around here, then you tip-toe.
 
Chrysopraze Stone was a neanderthal badman. He was feared throughout the land of Bricks, just like he's the Sandman.
 
He had a low forehead, and his barnet was shaved to the wood. He had a sabre tooth shank that he carried around in the hood.
 
His wifey Amathyst was also good with her fists. You wouldn't criticise her cooking, or your facial mug would get chipped.
 
She was tall and she was blonde, Amazonian strong, the queen of the cave of flats, looking buff and so chong.
 
Their sonny Rocko was on an unstoppable plot. He was a chip off the block, just like his pops, around the youts he was the king of the block.
 
There were gangs on the roads, fresh out of their caves, a pack of thugs carrying clubs, always acting so brave.
 
No one ever shaved. They just rocked natty dreads and a beard, with furs and ripped cloth garms, showing no fear.
 
Too many feinds in their caves, smoking stones in their pipes, it makes a lifeless stone society, while they get high as a kite.
 
They scratch themselves all over, flea ridden and raw, they sell the furs from off their backs and make their wifey a whore.  
 
Chrysopraze didn't like that, him and his goons, would get tooled up to the eyeballs and go out with a boom!
 
Shaking up junkie feinds and take out the trash, run the dealers out of Brickstone and give them a smash.
 
Jerk seasoned Velociraptor was on the menu for dinner, while Amathyst slaves away, behind the stove, looking thinner.
 
Graffiti wall markings plagued the walls of the ends, Brickstone boneheads keeping up with the trends.