Luyện nghe bài hát 1-800-Suicide (remix)

Suicide a suicide
Budabuyby, it's a suicide
it's a suicide
Budabuyby, suicide it's a

So you wanna die, suicide
1-800-Cyanide line
Far as life, yo it ain't it
Put a rope around your neck and it

The trick didn't
Your life was fucked up the first day of birth
After watching Jackie Gleason walk a precinct
Gun down the captain for no fucking

And get some LSD or a drink the bar
Get behind your wheel and the car
Desert Storm, got bombs for the war
an alligator, let it eat ya raw

Back to the function, the caboose to hell
touched the third rail
You up chicken, now you just got fried
'Cause it's a

Suicide a suicide
Budabuyby, it's a suicide
it's a suicide
Budabuyby, suicide it's a

Hey you little rich kid, your beef?
Come and tell the Reaper 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 dark as ink
Maybe you're with a tan
But you hate lasagna and the man

Now you stand on the grave locked and
You're the blues about the rough life you've got
Not, you don't live no more
I guess you're really ready for the grave yard
When you get home just fill up your windows and you

Suicide a suicide
Budabuyby, suicide it's a
Suicide it's a
Budabuyby, suicide it's a

your oven on high for about four hours
Light you a blunt, kiss your ass
You gassed yourself 'cause a suicide

it's a suicide
Budabuyby, it's a suicide
it's a suicide
Budabuyby, it's a suicide

Yep
I've said it