1-800 Suicide (Gangsta mix) Gravediggaz

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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 jerk it

The trick didn't work
Your life was fucked up from the first day of birth
After watching Jackie Gleason walk into a precinct
Gun down the captain for no fucking 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 fucked 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