Luyện nghe bài hát 1-800 Suicide

Suicide it's a

Suicide it's a

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

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

Suicide a suicide
Bye Bye
Suicide it's a

it's a suicide
Bye Bye
Suicide a suicide

Hey you little kid, what's your beef?
Come and tell the Grym Reaper all of your
You asked for a and you only got a Jeep
Your pop's got endz, but yo mad cheap
Maybe you're a bastard you think
Mom and dad are white and you're as ink
you're Sicilian with a tan
But you hate lasagna and the man

Now you stand on the grave locked and
You're singing the blues about the rough you've got
Not you wanna live no more
I guess you're really ready for the yard tour
When you get home just up your windows and your doors
Turn your oven on high for about hours
Light you a blunt, kiss your ass
You yourself 'cause it's a suicide

Suicide it's a

Suicide it's a

Suicide a suicide

Suicide a suicide

Suicide it's a

Suicide it's a

Suicide a suicide
Bye Bye
Suicide a suicide

Yep
said it before and I'll say it again
Life moves fast
If you don't stop and look
Every in a while you'll miss it

Six fucking devils up playing brave God
Had the fucking nerve to try and my grave yard
I'm the Ryzarector, be my
Commit and I'll bring you back to life
The was convinced stuck a water hose
In his mouth at full blast so his can explode

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

Three and Four deep into spell and
Ran to the zoo, locked themselves in a den
Number Five said it worth being alive
Smoked a dust suede, it with cyanide
The one to escape was number Six
He went sat in the tub and slit his wrists
Yeah, more graves to dig, there's no need to cry
we all die