Gravediggaz - 1-800 Suicide lyrics

Suicide it's a suicide, brother Suicide it's a suicide... 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 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 Eel 'X' Deep or a drink from the bar Gatekeeper hime your wheel and crash the car Like Desert Storm, got bombs for the war Confront an alligator, let it eat you raw Back to the function, Riding the caboose to hell Bziit! Touch the third rail. You f**ed up chicken, Now you just got fried... Cause it's a suicide Hey you little rich kid, what's your beef? Come and tell the Grym Reaper all of your grief You aksed for a Benz and you only got a Jeep Your pop's got endz, but yo he's mad cheap Maybe you're a ba*tard 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 gravedigga lot 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 graveyard tour When you get home Just seal up your windows and your 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 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 Six f**ing devils stepped up playing brave God Had the f**ing nerve to try to enter my graveyard I'm the RZArector, 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 one said, "Hmm that's good but I can top it." Put an axe up to his head and then he chopped it Blunt 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 the lion's den Number Five said "It ain't worth being alive!" Smoked a dust joint, and mixed it with cyanide 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