Luyện nghe bài hát 1-800 Suicide

Suicide a suicide

Suicide a suicide

Suicide a suicide

Suicide a suicide

So you die, commit suicide dial 1-800-Cyanide line
Far as life, yo it ain't worth it put a around your neck
And it the trick didn't work
Your life was fucked up from the day of birth
watching Jackie Gleason walk into a precinct
Gun down the for no fucking reason

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

Suicide it's a
Bye Bye
Suicide a suicide

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

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

Now you stand on the grave digga and
You're the blues about the rough life you've got
Not you don't live no more
I you're really ready for the grave yard tour
you get home just fill up your windows and your doors
Turn your oven on high for four hours
Light you a blunt, kiss your ass
You gassed yourself 'cause a suicide

it's a suicide

Suicide a suicide

it's a suicide

Suicide a suicide

Suicide it's a

Suicide it's a

Suicide it's a
Bye Bye
Suicide a suicide

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

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

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

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