This is a song about "Nightmare on slaughter street"

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

And the only ending will be me dead on the fucking street

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

My body heavy i feel weak, feet thudding on the street

From the back seat, back seat

When they see me on elm street

What do i really need

I see the kids on the street

I'm in that a, i'm on my street

If he does my soul to keep

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

Began my life out on then street

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Girls on the street asking for numbers

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

I live on the beach gurls outside bikinies in the street