1-800 Suicide Lyrics

Chorus: (KRS One)Suicide it's a suicideBudabuybySuicide it's a suicide2XVerse One: Fruitkwan/GatekeeperSo you wanna die, commit suicideDial 1-800-Cyanide lineFar as life, yo it ain't worth itPut a rope around your neck and jerk itThe trick didn't workYour life was fucked up from the first day of birthAfter watching Jackie Gleason walk into a precinctGun down the captain for no fucking reasonAnd get some LSD or a drink from the barGet behind your wheel and crash the carLike Desert Storm, got bombs for the warconfront an alligator, let it eat ya rawBack to the function, riding the caboose to hellBZZZZZT touched the third rail.You fucked up chicken, now you just got friedCause it's a suicideChorusVerse Two: Too Poetic/Grym ReaperHey you little rich kid, what's your beef?Come and tell the Grym Reaper all of your griefYou asked for a Benz and you only got a JeepYour pop's got endz, but yo he's mad cheapMaybe you're a bastard child you thinkMom and dad are white and you're dark as inkMaybe you're Sicilian with a tanBut you hate lasagna and the pizza manNow you stand on the grave digga locked andYou're singing the blues about the rough life you've gotNotYou don't wanna live no moreI guess you're really ready for the grave yard tourWhen you get home just fill up your windows and you doorsTurn your oven on high for about four hoursLight you a blunt, kiss your ass goodbyeYou gassed yourself 'cause it's a suicideChorusInterlude: Scott (the Moleman) Harding:YepI've said it before and I'll say it againLife moves pretty fastIf you don't stop and look around every once in a whileyou could miss itVerse Three: Prince Rakeem/RyzarectorSix fucking devils stepped up playing brave GodHad the fucking nerve to try and enta my grave yardI'm the Ryzarector, be my sacraficeCommit suicide and I'll bring you back to lifeThe first was convincedStuck a water hose in his mouth at full blast so his head can explodeSecond said hmmmm that's good but I can top itPut an ax up to his head and then he chopped itBlood shot out in every directionThe rest didn't know what to do, I made suggestionsPut a slug in your mug, overdose on a drugWet your hair stick a knife in the plugOr be like Richard Pryor set your balls on fireBetter yet go hang yourself with a barbed wireThree and Four fell deep into spell andRan to the zoo, locked themselves in a lion's denNumber Five said it ain't worth benig aliveSmoked a dust suede, mixed it with cynaideThe only one to escape was number SixHe went homeSat in the tub and slit his wristsYeah, more graves to dig. GoodbyeThere's no need to cry...... cause we all die