SO SICK SOCIAL CLUB - SWEET NOTHING lyrics

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 f** are you!) I demand to abuse you So what if we lose you It's a pleasure to do so (Who the f** 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 n***as 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 n***as 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, d**h 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! Sticky Fingaz: And i'm the same to, I blame you This is what the fame do It turns you to a monster But don't let it change you It's Dro, Stick, Flow Sick, 4 fifths Oh sh**, its the made face with the so sick) (Hook again) Charlie Pockets: I don't think you wanna be the way that I am I'm two faced, too high, too violent. You're too basic, i'm undescribed by science. I feel hatred on my outside That's lets riot. J Nyce: I'm fitting with the misfits Old bolls and outlaws. A bit sadistic I'm gone, i'm beyond ya'll This sh**'s addictive You'll cut off like a saw-zoe? That's my business Make money by the night fall Charlie Pockets: Gothic Canabel, b*atches I'll hold you hostage Exotic, Madam's and witches that go topless Psych ward, Mad man Splitting up your ? Reel wolf, It's bloodfam, you feelin heartless. J Nyce: They wanna send me to the therapist Caught me trynna turn her body to spare rips I scare kids like I party with the player which Tear off your lip, My social club is so sick. YO (Hook) Bishop Brigante: I'm 3 steps away from going postal. f** on the global if it means I need to be reaching my hostal. My post will show you my pain. My vocaly vocing the rain. They critisise n minimize all ma hope in this game. We ain't the same and that's ok until you start to push me. The rugor through you ma dolar you losers p**y. The way I walk and now I talk resonates with the few I'm supposed to be social, but i'm making the news. Mamma you lied you said if I tried they'd let me inside They testing my pride, and that's goin give me some time You said they'd love me, but they crushe me and turned me away. It's getting ugly seems like nothing's working my way. It's goin' hurt me to stay, but it's worth it ok. So if this game's we gone play then we playing today. Put one in the chamber, give the (Baron?) A spin. This is you're only shot, Now i dare you to win. Hook Voodoo Drew: Every Mother f**er here who wants to k** a hater say YEAH Every Single Sicko who wants to beat a hater say YEAH