Chorus: (KRS One)



Suicide it's a suicide

Budabuyby

Suicide it's a suicide

2X



Verse One: FruitkwanGatekeeper



So you wanna die, commit suicide

Dial 1-800-Cyanide line

Far as life, yo it ain't worth it

Put a rope around your neck and jerk it

The trick didn't work

Your life was fucked up from the first day of birth

After watching Jackie Gleason walk into a precinct

Gun down the captain for no fucking reason

And get some LSD or a drink from the bar

Get behind your wheel and crash the car

Like Desert Storm, got bombs for the war

confront an alligator, let it eat ya raw

Back to the function, riding the caboose to hell

BZZZZZT touched the third rail.

You fucked up chicken, now you just got fried

Cause it's a suicide



Chorus



Verse Two: Too PoeticGrym Reaper



Hey you little rich kid, what's your beef?

Come and tell the Grym Reaper all of your grief

You asked for a Benz and you only got a Jeep

Your pop's got endz, but yo he's mad cheap

Maybe you're a bastard child you think

Mom and dad are white and you're dark as ink

Maybe you're Sicilian with a tan

But you hate lasagna and the pizza man

Now you stand on the grave digga locked and

You're singing the blues about the rough life you've got

Not

You don't wanna live no more

I guess you're really ready for the grave yard tour

When you get home just fill up your windows and you doors







Turn your oven on high for about four hours

Light you a blunt, kiss your ass goodbye

You gassed yourself 'cause it's a suicide



Chorus



Interlude: Scott (the Moleman) Harding:



Yep

I've said it before