Suicide it's a suicide   Budabuyby, suicide it's a suicide   Suicide it's a suicide   Budabuyby, suicide it's a suicide      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   Bzzzzt touched the third rail   You fucked up chicken, now you just got fried   'Cause it's a suicide      Suicide it's a suicide   Budabuyby, suicide it's a suicide   Suicide it's a suicide   Budabuyby, suicide it's a suicide      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      Suicide it's a suicide   Budabuyby, suicide it's a suicide   Suicide it's a suicide   Budabuyby, suicide it's a suicide      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      Suicide it's a suicide   Budabuyby, suicide it's a suicide   Suicide it's a suicide   Budabuyby, suicide it's a suicide      Yep   I've said it before