Sweet Nothing Lyrics - Singles - So Sick Social Club

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! 

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 shit, 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 shit's addictive 

You'll cut off like a saw-zoe? 

That's my business 

Make money by the night fall 

Charlie Pockets: 

Gothic 

Canabel, biatches 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. 

Fuck 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 pussy. 

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 Fucker here who wants to 

kill a hater say YEAH 

Every Single Sicko who wants to beat a hater say YEAH