Текст песни Gravediggaz - 1-800-Suicide

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Chorus: (KRS One) Suicide it's a suicide Budabuyby Suicide it's a suicide 2X Verse One: Fruitkwan/Gatekeeper So you wanna 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 fucked up from the first day of birth After watching Jackie Gleason walk into a precinct Gun down the captain for no fucking 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 fucked up chicken, now you just got fried Cause it's a suicide Chorus Verse Two: Too Poetic/Grym Reaper 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 wanna 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 ass goodbye You gassed yourself 'cause it's a suicide Chorus Interlude: Scott (the Moleman) Harding: 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 fucking devils stepped up playing brave God Had the fucking nerve to try and enta my grave yard I'm the Ryzarector, be my sacrafice 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

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