Sonacy 319, Violent Dreams

Kidnappers think I'm sick, I'm the quickest with clicks
I got whole crews of villains that love fillin' up slits
I only like chicks who's open with their mind
open with their legs, keep openin' my fly
Murder rap felons leave skeletons in the closet
Bury them in the basement whenever cops try to start shit
I'm not paranoid, I love to play games
I send letters to the names of people that I have slain
and I lay in my bed while my head throws up my brain
Guess it's mutiny, but ain't nobody shootin' me
I got holes in my head from thoughts pollutin' me
I guess I'm not a G, you right cuz I'm a K-I-double-L-A
Everyday I pray and still

Can't tell what's real no more
Can't see straight, I feel no more
My mother's knockin' on my door
But violent dreams keep me nailed to the floor

Try to bury my shovel but end up diggin' ditches
and now I'm plantin' grass over spots I buried snitches
It wouldn't have been bad, it would've only been a few
Just me and my wreckin' crew makin' hits on mouthy fools
But shit starts to get crazy and people start to get lazy
and pairs of eyes on the bridge wasn't a maybe
I couldn't take a chance so I slashed right through her pants
Looked like the rape scene of a crack head's River Dance
Like tappin' on your plot, this murder shit gets me hot
Porno for psychopathic hallucinations on the spot
You're the first one to drop when the cops come round the bend
My violent dreams keep me axin' til the end

I can't tell what's real no more
Can't see straight, I feel no more
My mother's knockin' on my door
But violent dreams keep me nailed to the floor

Yo I'm always gainin' weight in my pockets with knives and sockets,
wrenches, nails, rockets, I never cock shit
Guns are unoriginal and plus they are for pussies
I only use my hands to feel the blood runnin' from rookies
Writin' names down on the palm of my hand like I'm a bookie
I ain't never gonna forget promises to fill regret
I want you to sleep in sweat and get tangled in the net
It's like sleepin' next to spiders, thank god that I'm a writer
or else I'd be in your house right now with gas and lighters

I can't tell what's real no more
Can't see straight, I feel no more
My mother's knockin' on my door
But violent dreams keep me nailed to the floor

I said I can't tell what's real no more
I can't see straight, I feel no more
My mother's knocking on my door
But violent dreams keep me nailed to the floor

Violent dreams, can't tell what's real, I do not feel
My mother's knockin' on my door
But violent dreams keep me nailed to the floor

Sonacy 319, don't forget it
Dippin' Sauce hackin' you up in your sleep
Sweet dreams!