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 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