Poetic - 1-800-Suicide lyrics

[Hook: KRS-One] (x2) Suicide it's a suicide, biddy bye bye Suicide it's a suicide [Verse 1: Frukwan/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 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 [Hook] [Verse 2: 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 ends, 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 grave digga plot 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 seal 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 [Hook] [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 3: RZA/RZArector] Six f**ing devils stepped up playing brave, God Had the f**ing nerve to try and enter my grave yard 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, "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 hand, 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 the 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, mixed it with cyanide The only one who escaped 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