Luyện nghe bài hát 1-800 Suicide

Suicide it's a

Suicide a suicide

Suicide a suicide

Suicide a suicide

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

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

Suicide a suicide
Bye Bye
Suicide it's a

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

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

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

Suicide a suicide

Suicide a suicide

it's a suicide

Suicide it's a

Suicide it's a

Suicide a suicide

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

Yep
I've said it and I'll say it again
moves pretty fast
If you stop and look around
Every once in a you'll miss it

Six fucking devils stepped up playing God
Had the nerve to try and enter my grave yard
I'm the Ryzarector, be my
suicide 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 good but I can top it"
Put an axe up to his head and he chopped it
Blood shot out in every
The rest didn't know what to do, I made
Put a in your mug, overdose on a drug
Wet your hair stick a knife in the
Or be like Pryor set your balls on fire
yet go hang yourself with a barbed wire

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