Suicide it's a suicide
 Budabuyby
 Suicide it's a suicide
 2X

 Verse One: Fruitkwan/Gatekeeper

 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 Poetic/Grym 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 and I'll say it again
 Life moves pretty fast
 If you don't stop and look around every once in a while
 you could miss it

 Verse Three: Prince Rakeem/Ryzarector

 Six fucking devils stepped up playing brave God
 Had the fucking nerve to try and enta my grave yard
 I'm the Ryzarector, be my sacrafice
 Commit suicide and I'll bring you back to life
 The first was convinced
 Stuck a water hose in his mouth at full blast so his head can explode
 Second said hmmmm that's good but I can top it
 Put an ax up to his head and then he chopped it
 Blood shot out in every direction
 The rest didn't know what to do, I made suggestions
 Put a slug in your mug, overdose on a drug
 Wet your hair stick a knife in the plug
 Or be like Richard Pryor set your balls on fire
 Better yet go hang yourself with a barbed wire
 Three and Four fell deep into spell and
 Ran to the zoo, locked themselves in a lion's den
 Number Five said it ain't worth being alive
 Smoked a dust suede, mixed it with cynaide
 The only one to escape was number Six
 He went home
 Sat in the tub and slit his wrists
 Yeah, more graves to dig. Goodbye
 There's no need to cry...
 ... cause we all die