1-800 Suicide

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Suicide it's a suicide
Budabuyby
Suicide it's a suicide

So you want to die, commit suicide
Dial 1-800-Cyanide line
Far as life, yo it ain't worth it
Put a rope around your neck and jerk it

The trick didn't work
Your life was f***ed up from the first day of birth
After watching Jackie Gleason walk into a precinct
Gun down the captain for no f***ing reason

And get some LSD or a drink from the bar
Get behind your wheel and crash the car
Like Desert Storm, got bombs for the war
confront an alligator, let it eat ya raw

Back to the function, riding the caboose to hell
BZZZZZT touched the third rail.
You f***ed up chicken, now you just got fried
Cause it's a suicide

[Chorus]

Hey you little rich kid, what's your beef?
Come and tell the Grym Reaper all of your grief
You asked for a Benz and you only got a Jeep
Your pop's got endz, but yo he's mad cheap

Maybe you're a bastard child you think
Mom and dad are white and you're dark as ink
Maybe you're Sicilian with a tan
But you hate lasagna and the pizza man

Now you stand on the grave digga locked and
You're singing the blues about the rough life you've got
Not
You don't want to live no more

I guess you're really ready for the grave yard tour
When you get home just fill up your windows and you doors
Turn your oven on high for about four hours
Light you a blunt, kiss your a** goodbye
You ga**ed yourself 'cause it's a suicide

[Chorus]

Yep
I've said it before and I'll say it again
Life moves pretty fast
If you don't stop and look around every once in a while

you could miss it
Verse Three: Prince Rakeem/Ryzarector
Six f***ing devils stepped up playing brave God
Had the f***ing nerve to try and enta my grave yard

I'm the Ryzarector, be my sacrifice
Commit suicide and I'll bring you back to life
The first was convinced
Stuck a water hose in his mouth at full blast so his head can explode
Second said hmmmm that's good but I can top it

Put an ax up to his head and then he chopped it
Blood shot out in every direction
The rest didn't know what to do, I made suggestions
Put a slug in your mug, overdose on a drug

Wet your hair stick a knife in the plug
Or be like Richard Pryor set your balls on fire
Better yet go hang yourself with a barbed wire
Three and Four fell deep into spell and

Ran to the zoo, locked themselves in a lion's den
Number Five said it ain't worth being alive
Smoked a dust suede, mixed it with cynaide
The only one to escape was number Six

He went home
Sat in the tub and slit his wrists
Yeah, more graves to dig. Goodbye
There's no need to cry...
... 'cause we all die