...1-800-SUICIDE... by Gravediggaz
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*from 6 Feet Deep (1994)*
Chorus 1:
Suicide, it s a suicide, budabuy-by, suicide, it s a sui-cide.
Suicide, it s a suicide, budabuy-by, suicide, it s a sui-cide.
Verse 1:
So you wanna die, com-mit 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 ed up from the first day of birth.
After watching Jackie Gleason, walk into a precinct,
Gun down the captain, for no ing reason.
And get some L.S.D, or a drink from the bar,
Get behind your wheel, and crash the car.
Like Desert Storm got bombs for the war;
Con-front an alligator; let it eat ya raw.
Back to the function, riding the caboose to Hell,
BZZZZZT, touched the third rail.
You ed up chicken; now you just got fried; cos it s a suicide.
Chorus 2:
Suicide, it s a suicide, budabuy-by, suicide, it s a sui-cide.
Suicide, it s a suicide, budabuy-by, suicide, it s a sui-cide.
Verse 2:
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 lasagne, 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 graveyard tour.
When you get home; just seal up your windows and you doors,
Turn your oven on high, for a-bout four hours.
Light you a blunt, kiss your ass good-bye;
You gassed yourself, cos it s a suicide.
Chorus 3:
Suicide, it s a suicide, budabuy-by, suicide, it s a sui-cide.
Suicide, it s a suicide, budabuy-by, suicide, it s a sui-cide.
Break:
(n.)
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:
Six ing Devils stepped up, playing brave God,
Had the ing nerve to try and enta my grave yard.
I m the Ryzarector, be my sacrifice;
Com-mit 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 ex-plode.
Second said; hmm, that s good but I can top it;
Put an axe 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 sug-gestions.
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 your-self with a barbed wire.
Three and Four, fell deep into spell;
And ran to the zoo, locked them-selves in a lion s den.
Number Five, said; it ain t worth being alive,
Smoked a dust suede, mixed it with Cyanide.
The only one to es-cape was number Six;
He went home, sat in the tub and slit his wrists.
Yeah, more graves to dig.
(n.)
Goodbye, there s no need to cry... cos we all die.
Outro: (Scratching)
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Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2005 (
[email protected])