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Chorus: (KRS One)
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Suicide it's a suicide
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Budabuyby
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Suicide it's a suicide
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2X
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Verse One: Fruitkwan/Gatekeeper
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So you wanna die, commit suicide
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Dial 1-800-Cyanide line
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Far as life, yo it ain't worth it
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Put a rope around your neck and jerk it
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The trick didn't work
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Your life was fucked up from the first day of birth
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After watching Jackie Gleason walk into a precinct
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Gun down the captain for no fucking reason
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And get some LSD or a drink from the bar
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Get behind your wheel and crash the car
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Like Desert Storm, got bombs for the war
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confront an alligator, let it eat ya raw
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Back to the function, riding the caboose to hell
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BZZZZZT touched the third rail.
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You fucked up chicken, now you just got fried
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Cause it's a suicide
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Chorus
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Verse Two: Too Poetic/Grym Reaper
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Hey you little rich kid, what's your beef?
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Come and tell the Grym Reaper all of your grief
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You asked for a Benz and you only got a Jeep
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Your pop's got endz, but yo he's mad cheap
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Maybe you're a bastard child you think
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Mom and dad are white and you're dark as ink
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Maybe you're Sicilian with a tan
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But you hate lasagna and the pizza man
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Now you stand on the grave digga locked and
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You're singing the blues about the rough life you've got
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Not
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You don't wanna live no more
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I guess you're really ready for the grave yard tour
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When you get home just fill up your windows and you doors
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Turn your oven on high for about four hours
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Light you a blunt, kiss your ass goodbye
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You gassed yourself 'cause it's a suicide
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Chorus
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Interlude: Scott (the Moleman) Harding:
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Yep
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I've said it before and I'll say it again
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Life moves pretty fast
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If you don't stop and look around every once in a while
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you could miss it
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Verse Three: Prince Rakeem/Ryzarector
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Six fucking devils stepped up playing brave God
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Had the fucking nerve to try and enta my grave yard
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I'm the Ryzarector, be my sacrafice
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Commit suicide and I'll bring you back to life
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The first was convinced
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Stuck a water hose in his mouth at full blast so his head can explode
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Second said hmmmm that's good but I can top it
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Put an ax up to his head and then he chopped it
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Blood shot out in every direction
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The rest didn't know what to do, I made suggestions
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Put a slug in your mug, overdose on a drug
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Wet your hair stick a knife in the plug
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Or be like Richard Pryor set your balls on fire
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Better yet go hang yourself with a barbed wire
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Three and Four fell deep into spell and
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Ran to the zoo, locked themselves in a lion's den
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Number Five said it ain't worth being alive
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Smoked a dust suede, mixed it with cynaide
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The only one to escape was number Six
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He went home
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Sat in the tub and slit his wrists
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Yeah, more graves to dig. Goodbye
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There's no need to cry...
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... cause we all die
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1-800-Suicide
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Gravediggaz |