Luyện nghe bài hát 1-800 Suicide

Suicide a suicide

Suicide it's a

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 jerk it the didn't work
Your life was fucked up the first day of birth
After watching Jackie walk into a precinct
Gun the captain for no fucking reason

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, the caboose to hell
Bzzt touched the rail, you fucked up chicken
Now you just got fried it's a suicide

Suicide a suicide
Bye Bye
Suicide it's a

Suicide a suicide
Bye Bye
Suicide a suicide

Hey you little kid, what's your beef?
and tell the Grym Reaper all of your grief
You asked for a Benz and you only got a
Your got endz, but yo he's mad cheap
Maybe you're a bastard you think
Mom and dad are white and dark 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 blues about the rough you've got
Not you wanna live no more
I you're really ready for the grave yard tour
When you get home just fill up your windows and your
Turn your on high for about four hours
Light you a blunt, kiss your ass
You gassed 'cause it's a suicide

Suicide it's a

Suicide a suicide

Suicide it's a

Suicide it's a

it's a suicide

Suicide it's a

Suicide a suicide
Bye Bye
Suicide a suicide

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

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

Second one said, "Mm good but I can top it"
Put an axe up to his head and then he it
Blood out in every direction
The rest know 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 with a barbed

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