[Verse 1: KidCrusher]
Decapitating operating
Pulling out the sh*t that I don't think you needing
When you bleeding I be feeding on the sh*t that I'm deleting
Miss believing, your achieving nothing that you put your key in
Always doing nothing never thinking of regretting
Using the law to protect your head that I'm huntin'
Kinda like chicken huntin'
But you never knew sh*t about the Juggalo family
This was never meant to be about you and me
f*cking up everything you used to be
A friend with me, a friend to see
Backstabbin eleven but your behind doors
Wanna rap with me? Why can't you see
The night I had your back when a fag tried to shank you
And thank you, for the knife in the back
How the f*ck should i react when in fact when you attack
You go for the nut sack
[Hook]
Sweet Dreams, close your mother f*cking eyes
Sweet Dreams, cause your about to die
Sweet Dreams, to hell forget the sky
Sweet Dreams are made of these
[Verse 2: KidCrusher]
Your throat f*cked up, hater mutilation
Just made up your family's invitation
Your turn to die a front row humiliation
Hit on my b*tch equals your castration
Death and pain is what I'm about
I'll torture you in my cellar and listen to you shout
Shallow cuts lighter burns day in and day out
Don't think you'll get away
Your gonna die beyond any f*cking doubt
We underground horrorcore
So f*cking wicked no one could ever ignore
One punch to the face you'll be on the f*cking floor
When I'm done your found mutilated
Alongside your mainstream whore
Slit drain drawl puss pale dead
I'm gonna throw you up and down
And leave you on the bed
Cut open f*cked apart
Ripped you to pieces then I eat your heart
Nail your head to the wall and play games like darts
Aim for the eye, a mother f*cking bullseye
I'm running out of targets so I aim for the sky
Wandering and wondering what ill do next
Leave a message in blood, nah f*ck it ill use text
But if you want her head back, I'm holding it for ransom
Cus every time I see her head I gotta try and keep my pants on
Aussie Aussie Aussie f*cking Hoe Hoe Hoe!
[Hook]
Sweet Dreams, close your mother f*cking eyes
Sweet Dreams, cause your about to die
Sweet Dreams, to hell forget the sky
Sweet Dreams are made of these
[Verse 3: Stash]
Every time I get forty winks I thinks about
Killing that will when I go out
Thank you shank you I got no banks fool
Its the south side story like Lloyd Banks fool
Ain't no click like the one I'm in
Guns go off cus you know I'm here now
I'm coming with the thunder and I ain't no wonder
I leave your ass burnt like it was summer
You stupid mother f*cker you think that I'm a sucker
I c*ck this sh*t back and buck yah
Leave you under six feet dirt
Tombstone reading, trick ass skirt
I get back first and I bring the fire
Now ya'll bow down and call me sire
You think that I'm a lier
I wake up tired of you fools
Still wanna try me fools?
I'm back with the raps and I ain't talking crap
As a matter a fact its a fact jack
Sweet dreams are made of this
And ain't a dream a b*tch
With the dreams full of blood and the murderous sh*t
My dreams are sweet and I love every vision
With people screaming with every incision
I get back in my position so everybody listen
If not just wait for us to get to the killing
[Hook]
Sweet Dreams, close your mother f*cking eyes
Sweet Dreams, cause your about to die
Sweet Dreams, to hell forget the sky
Sweet Dreams are made of these