Texty: Gravediggaz. 1-800-Suicide (remix).

Suicide it's a suicide
Budabuyby, suicide it's a suicide
Suicide it's a suicide
Budabuyby, 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 LSD or a drink from the bar
Get behind your wheel and crash the car
Like Desert Storm, got bombs for the war
Confront an alligator, let it eat ya raw

Back to the function, riding the caboose to hell
Bzzzzt touched the third rail
You fucked up chicken, now you just got fried
'Cause it's a suicide

Suicide it's a suicide
Budabuyby, suicide it's a suicide
Suicide it's a suicide
Budabuyby, suicide it's a suicide

Hey you little rich kid, what's your beef?
Come and tell the Grym Reaper all of your grief
You asked for a Benz and you only got a Jeep
Your pop's got endz, but yo he's mad cheap

Maybe you're a bastard 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 grave digga locked and
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 grave yard tour
When you get home just fill up your windows and you doors

Suicide it's a suicide
Budabuyby, suicide it's a suicide
Suicide it's a suicide
Budabuyby, suicide it's a suicide

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

Suicide it's a suicide
Budabuyby, suicide it's a suicide
Suicide it's a suicide
Budabuyby, suicide it's a suicide

Yep
I've said it before