Steal Ya Dreams
Lay you down come into your sleep
And then i'm stealing your dreams
Then i rob, lay you down
I don't give a fuck about nothing but cheese
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(Hook X6)
Then i rob, lay you down come into your sleep
And then im stealing your dreams
Original nightmare killers on the murder scene
Whispers in the wind and you know who's stangin on a ho
Lay bullet smoke, we rob a ho, put the muzzle do you listen
When i'm robbin blow yo ass off
And there ain't no telling when the evil gon' bang lets take a bitch
This is the end
Put the clip up in a 10
Pull back tha hamma and do you fools in
Take a nigga on the long ride, it gonna be a long night
When we bury ya in the ditch
The krucifix army is back in this bitch
Cause fuck all you trippin up in
So you can come and try to get some if you want some ho
Bitch i'm gonna pop the magazine right in and steal yo soul
Then he can burn, he can burn, he can burn and burn
The demonic children, the consequences for the deadly ass lesson you learn
And im gon' buck em buck em buck em buck em buck em down
I got the silence of the saddness hood don't make no sound
This is Catrin, once again, i don't give a fuck about sin
Cause i just take a quick pick relic of yo dividends
This shit is real i grab the steel to bloody up yo chin
Dont fall asleep cause we gon' creep and then invade your dreams
Then i rob, lay you down come into your sleep
And then im stealing your dreams
Original nightmare killers on the murder scene
Then i rob, lay you down i don't give a fuck
About nothing but cheese
Original nightmare killers on the murder scene
Then i rob, lay you down come into your sleep
And then im stealing your dreams
Original nightmare killers on the murder scene
Then i rob, lay you down i don't give a fuck
About nothing but cheese
Original nightmare killers on the murder scene
The thought of evil pimp will have you scared to say good night
So i suggest you hug and kiss your children, hold them tight
I need a victim, make them run, no reason why i pick them
I slowly wrap my hand and squeeze and let the bullets hit em
Some might just say that i'm a psychopathic, schizophrenic
Cause i'm ready to shoot, automatic
And light and then blow this whole damn planet
I let the lord come in then, right after evil split em
The voices say to get them, gotta get em, gotta get em
The demons haunt and taunt but evil pimp is not possessed
But i must confess and fully express that i could give a fucking shit less
How bout your fuckin problem, hit your knees and start to grovel
And add another deadly chapta to my murda novel
They say that i don't mind it's the devil's playground
But if that is true, i guess i am too, eternally hell bound
All justice put to sleep and then commence to steal dreams
Cause i'm a mother fuckin killer on the murder scene