A song sampled from Marilyn Manson's "Sweet Dreams"...a basic threat
hiphop
rap
underground
punchline
dead broke
da gloves
round ii
Story behind the song
Inspired when I found the beat...
Lyrics
Sweet dreams to these mutherfuckers…(Good night!!!)
It takes time to catch undercover fuckers…that act like they from rucker…
All hard to my face, find they spark in my face…
But I park in they place and embark to the case…(YEAH!!!)
Witta nine to his mind that can parting-his-face…(YEAH!!!)
Have chalk-in-ya-place when I marksmen-ya-face…(YEAH!!!)
Ya last talk will be now…(Ya fuckin dead!!)
Ya last walk will be now, cuz you talking aloud…
Ya past will never last, cuz your talking is foul…
So sweet dreams bitch, find your parts in da nile…
Wanted to see what you was thinking, solved-that…
When I putta couple in ya fuckin baseball-cap…(Bllllll…)
Never return, you stuck ina long-nap…
Cuz this “pussy gotta heavy fade” like bald-cats…
Pounding his face really in the ground…
Cuz I hear my name from his mouf has really been around…
That just leaves ya thinking how ya really been a clown…
Heat-beams on street-dreams just to say sweet dreams…mutherfucker…
Sweet dreams to these motherfuckers…(GOOD NIGHT BIATCH!!!)
I say it again mutherfucker, you don’t wanna test mutherfucker…
All boss-to-my-grill, get lost-in-a-field…
When I toss-him-then-he’ll just be lost-in-a-hill…
So don’t doubt on the route that I oftenly-to-kill…
Cuz I let-off-then-I-fill til ya coffin-get-filled…
Your last words’ll be now… (believe that shit)
Your last words meet beat down, cuz im sick of ya street-clowns…
Your weak now so please take a seat down…
For all ya bodie left wit is from ya knees down…
Sayin my name, what the fuck you gloating about…
That only have ya findin more then soap in ya mouf…
Now he’s scared-and-about cuz I plan on airing-em-out…
Hiding in his home, and daring em out…
Cuz he knos if I see him, it’s a pair-in-his-mouf…
And believe its no mercy if his parents-come-out…
And why not, they aint people that Im caring-about…
Heat-beams on street-dreams just to say sweet dreams…mutherfucker…
Sweet dreams to these motherfuckers…(GOOD NIGHT BIATCH!!!)
Heat beams to these mutherfuckers, I said die mutherfucker…
Who act-like-they-buff, but aint packin-enuff…
Who wack and they scruff, no one backing em up…
All the snakes and the fakes that be acting-it-up…
Til they backing-it-up in da back-of-my-truck…
Your last thought will be now…
Your last thought will be foul, til your last thought needs redial…
You brought this fee now, this boss will see now…
You dieing for pushing my buttons like speed dial…
So act like a faggit…have fun wit it…
Cuz when im hurting your loved ones im having fun wit…
Make you watch, til after im done-wit-it…
So you have no choice but to see what I done wit it…
But I wont do it myself, letting da gun get it…
Cuz I kno you a bitch, and you will prolly run wit-it…
But the bullets will catch ya, causing disaster…
I heat beams on street dreams just to say sweet dreams…mutherfucker…