1-800 Suicide (Gangsta mix) 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 j*rk it

The trick didn't work
Your life was f*cked up from the first day of birth
After watching Jackie Gleason walk into a precinct
Gun down the captain for no f*cking 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*cked 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 bast*rd 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 ass goodbye
You gassed 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*cking devils stepped up playing brave God
Had the f*cking 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