Sweet Nothing SO SICK SOCIAL CLUB (Ft. Bishop Brigante, Onyx, OX, Psych Ward & Tom Savini)
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Chris So Sick/Voodoo Drew Hook
Why would you hate, Tell me why would you hate ? x4
You!
Why must I impress you
You're nothing really special
Your breath,i'm takin' with
(Who the fuck are you!)
I demand to abuse you
So what if we lose you
It's a pleasure to do so
(Who the fuck are you!)
Fredro Starr:
It's the hundred mad Anti-social thugs
You can't get inside the so sick social club
It's for the out-crowd
Niggas that can't get in
For all my losers and
Rejects that can not win!
Sticky Fingaz:
The game is real happy
A lot of niggas ain't tough right now
So we're here, to turn that smile upside down
Give you just enough rope so you can hang yourself
Then give you the burner to Kurt Cobain yourself
Fredro Starr:
South suicide blood stained writing on the wall
Onyx was here, death bodies, blades on the floor
Chains on the door, trapped in my own ways
Won't change, i'm selfish
Die by myself I dig my own grave!
Why would you hate, Tell me why would you hate ? x4
You!
Why must I impress you
You're nothing really special
Your breath,i'm takin' with
(Who the fuck are you!)
I demand to abuse you
So what if we lose you
It's a pleasure to do so
(Who the fuck are you!)
Fredro Starr:
It's the hundred mad Anti-social thugs
You can't get inside the so sick social club
It's for the out-crowd
Niggas that can't get in
For all my losers and
Rejects that can not win!
Sticky Fingaz:
The game is real happy
A lot of niggas ain't tough right now
So we're here, to turn that smile upside down
Give you just enough rope so you can hang yourself
Then give you the burner to Kurt Cobain yourself
Fredro Starr:
South suicide blood stained writing on the wall
Onyx was here, death bodies, blades on the floor
Chains on the door, trapped in my own ways
Won't change, i'm selfish
Die by myself I dig my own grave!
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