1-800-Suicide
Album: Hip Hop Gold Dust
Release Date: 10/25/05
Label: Antidote
Explicit version of "1-800-Suicide" lyrics
Suicide it's a suicide
Budabuyby
Suicide it's a suicide
Budabuyby
So you wanna die
Dial 1-800-Cyanide line
Far as life
Put a rope around your neck and jerk it
The trick didn't work
Your life was f***** up from the first day of birth
After watching Jackie Gleason walk into a precinct
Gun down the captain for no f****** reason
And get some LSD or a drink from the bar
Get behind your wheel and crash the car
Like Desert Storm
Confront an alligator
Back to the function
Bzzzzt touched the third rail
You f***** up chicken
'Cause it's a suicide
Suicide it's a suicide
Budabuyby
Suicide it's a suicide
Budabuyby
Hey you little rich kid
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
Maybe you're a b****** 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
I guess you're really ready for the grave yard tour
When you get home just fill up your windows and you doors
Suicide it's a suicide
Budabuyby
Suicide it's a suicide
Budabuyby
Turn your oven on high for about four hours
Light you a blunt
You gassed yourself 'cause it's a suicide
Suicide it's a suicide
Budabuyby
Suicide it's a suicide
Budabuyby
Yep
I've said it before
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