| You make me sick
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| You make me sick
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| You make me sick
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| Here comes Mr. Cool, thinks he’s looking real fine
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| All dressed in black, tattoos he found online
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| But getting real loose in his daddy’s Cadillac
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| Still living with his mom, yeah in a three room shack
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| You make me sick (sick. sick…)
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| You make me sick
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| Look at all these little girls looking for their dreams
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| Living off these sexualites who’s life ain’t what they seem
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| You make me sick (sick. sick…)
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| You make me sick
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| Do us all a favor and make it end quick
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| You make me sick
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| Look at Mr. TV man tryna spread the news
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| All I hear is lies about time to tell the truth
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| You make me sick (sick. sick…)
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| You make me sick
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| Do us all a favor and make it end real quick
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| You make me sick
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| Hey there politician with your painted on grin
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| Don’t forget to free the hands of the ones that got you in
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| You only seem to care about that money that you make
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| Your livin in that shitty grin that’s planted on your face
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| You make me sick (sick. sick…)
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| You make me sick
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| Do us all a favor and make it end real quick
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| You make me sick, aha
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| You make me sick (sick. sick…)
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| You make me sick
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| You make me sick
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| You make me sick
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| Do us all a favor and make it end quick
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| You make me sick |