Sweet Nothing - Onyx, Bishop Brigante, Psych Ward

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