[Verse 1: KidCrusher] Decapitating operating Pulling out the sh** that I don't think you needing When you bleeding I be feeding on the sh** 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** about the Juggalo family This was never meant to be about you and me f**ing 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 f*g tried to shank you And thank you, for the knife in the back How the f** should i react when in fact when you attack You go for the nut sack [Hook] Sweet Dreams, close your mother f**ing 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**ed up, hater mutilation Just made up your family's invitation Your turn to die a front row humiliation Hit on my b**h equals your castration d**h 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**ing doubt We underground horrorcore So f**ing wicked no one could ever ignore One punch to the face you'll be on the f**ing floor When I'm done your found mutilated Alongside your mainstream who*e Slit drain drawl puss pale dead I'm gonna throw you up and down And leave you on the bed Cut open f**ed 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**ing 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** 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**ing Hoe Hoe Hoe! [Hook] Sweet Dreams, close your mother f**ing 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 k**ing 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 a** burnt like it was summer You stupid mother f**er you think that I'm a s**er I co*k this sh** back and buck yah Leave you under six feet dirt Tombstone reading, trick a** 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**h With the dreams full of blood and the murderous sh** 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 k**ing [Hook] Sweet Dreams, close your mother f**ing eyes Sweet Dreams, cause your about to die Sweet Dreams, to hell forget the sky Sweet Dreams are made of these