Tekst:
Killing The Dream Thirty Four Seconds

I should have fucking known, you are who you fuck. and they called me a thief. they called me a thief. nothing more than a thief, open hands stretched

m in a Mas' with a law No more street dreams, your brain like to focus on them street things As if street niggaz wouldn't strip your street dreams [Break

mad here what a joy it is to kill Kill all my hunger in three minutes and thirty seconds Kill all my hunger in three minutes and thirty seconds 'Cause

m in a Mas' with a law No more street dreams, your brain like to focus on them street things As if street niggaz wouldn't strip your street dreams [Break

much as many would like to see these animals die, protecting them until the judicial process is completed is common practice.) "I have a dream (Really?) that my four

still This ain?t a cookout but Vinnie put the flame to your grill You claim to be real but y?all just end up painfully killed My four-fifth is vicious

be made! Discipline must be maintained! See, we're all a little mad here what a joy it is to kill all my hunger in three minutes and thirty seconds cause

m in a Mas' with a law No more street dreams, your brain like to focus on them street things As if street niggaz wouldn't strip your street dreams [Break