Luyện nghe bài hát 1-800 Suicide

Suicide it's a

Suicide a suicide

Suicide a suicide

Suicide a suicide

So you wanna die, commit dial 1-800-Cyanide line
Far as life, yo it worth it put a rope around your neck
And jerk it the trick work
Your life was fucked up from the day of birth
After watching Jackie walk into a precinct
Gun down the captain for no fucking

And get some LSD or a drink the bar
Get behind your and crash the car
Like Desert got bombs for the war
an alligator, let it eat ya raw
Back to the function, riding the to hell
touched the third rail, you fucked up chicken
Now you just got fried 'cause it's a

Suicide it's a
Bye Bye
Suicide it's a

Suicide a suicide
Bye Bye
Suicide it's a

Hey you rich kid, what's your beef?
Come and the Grym Reaper all of your grief
You asked for a Benz and you got a Jeep
Your pop's got endz, but yo he's mad
you're a bastard child you think
Mom and dad are and you're dark as ink
Maybe you're with a tan
But you lasagna and the pizza man

Now you on the grave digga locked and
You're singing the blues about the rough life got
Not you don't wanna no more
I guess you're really for the grave yard tour
When you get home just fill up windows and your doors
Turn your on high for about four hours
you a blunt, kiss your ass goodbye
You gassed yourself 'cause it's a

it's a suicide

Suicide it's a

it's a suicide

Suicide it's a

it's a suicide

Suicide a suicide

Suicide a suicide
Bye Bye
Suicide a suicide

Yep
I've said it and I'll say it again
Life moves pretty
If you don't stop and look
Every once in a while you'll it

Six fucking devils stepped up playing God
Had the fucking to try and enter my grave yard
I'm the Ryzarector, be my
suicide and I'll bring you back to life
The first was stuck a water hose
In his at full blast so his head can explode

one said, "Mm that's good but I can top it"
Put an axe up to his and then he chopped it
shot out in every direction
The rest didn't what to do, I made suggestions
Put a slug in your mug, on a drug
Wet your stick a knife in the plug
Or be Richard Pryor set your balls on fire
Better yet go hang yourself a barbed wire

Three and fell deep into spell and
Ran to the zoo, locked in a lion's den
Number Five said it ain't worth being
Smoked a dust suede, it with cyanide
The only one to escape was Six
He went home sat in the tub and slit his
Yeah, more graves to dig, goodbye no need to cry
we all die