Gravediggaz - 1-800 Suicide (Gangsta mix)

Song Rating: 8.34/10

Song lyrics:

Suicide its a suicide, brother
Suicide its a suicide...

So you wanna die, commit suicide?
Dial 1-800-Cyanide line!
Far as life, yo it aint worth it
Put a rope around your neck and jerk it
The trick didnt 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 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**ed up chicken
Now you just got fried...
Cause its a suicide

Hey you little rich kid, whats your beef?
Come and tell the Grym Reaper all of your grief
You aksed for a Benz and you only got a Jeep
Your pops got endz, but yo hes mad cheap

Maybe youre a bastard child you think
Mom and dad are white and youre dark as ink
Maybe youre Sicilian with a tan
But you hate lasagna and the pizza man

Now you stand on the gravedigga lot
Youre singing the blues about the rough life youve got
Not! You dont wanna live no more
I guess youre 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 a** goodbye
You ga**ed yourself cause its a suicide

Yep. Ive said it before and Ill say it again
Life moves pretty fast
If you dont stop and look around
Every once in a while, you could miss it

Six f**ing devils stepped up playing brave God
Had the f**ing nerve to try to enter my graveyard
Im the RZArector, be my sacrifice
Commit suicide and Ill 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 thats 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 didnt 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 lions den
Number Five said It aint 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 !
Theres no need to cry, cause we all die

Date of text publication: 16.01.2021 at 15:09