05. Creative Suicide Plans (Ft. DZK)

[DZK]:

Yo, you ever get so tired of shit you just feel like killing yourself? I been trying to think of creative ways to do that shit...check it out, yo...

I crip-walk right in front of a blood

I give a fuck I live or die, might jump in front of a bus

But if I slide under it & stay alive the plug

Is gettin' pulled as soon as my bruised eyes open up

& if I'm drug to the point I can't find a cord

I use my crutch to break a window & die for sure

From the highest floor I find in my hospital ward

Like the ledge was a motherfuckin' diving board

'Cause my life is horrible & I'm tired of all this

Setting firеs in the office, I'm inside it with all y'all

Y'all mighta been calling 911 but all of thе telephone's lines are dead

Better get ready for heaven

There ain't a exit & I'm waving a weapon

At any brave interjection you make & I'm testin'

The spray in your direction & wastin' ya section

'Cause that flip desk you made ain't the greatest protection

I hit the block find a toy shop with a toy Glock

Take an employee hostage & make him call the cops

& when they get to the spot, point it right at his knot

& yell "POP!" until I'm shot up & put in a box

Take a trip to Iraq, go & shop for a webcam

Broadcast the feed & chop off my own head, man

& get some friends to send it off to the feds, man

So, they came blame my death on the natives

My next plan to solve my problems involves my eyeballs

Dissolve in solvents like bleach & Lysol

& when I'm blind, I'll set the timer on a live bomb

& wait it until it goes off & blows my sides off

Surprise dawg, or maybe I should climb the wall

At the zoo & pet a lion til it chews my arm raw

Then shoot it with tranquilizers & move it & with the tigers

& let 'em eat the lion with my arm inside it

[VECT]:

I'm nuckin' futs, I'll stand in a street & play chicken with a bus

You got a good solution? Then don't make a fuss, just trust

If I like what you suggest, I'll do it

I don't give a fuck, 'cause there's nothing to it

I'm batty like Major League Baseball, I hate y'all

I got the pistol to my head, I hope it's not paintball

The terror unfolds with my insane craze

The world put me in a maze, I can't find my way

Kick a horse in the ass & tie its tail in a knot

& get my head kicked off my neck kicked off my neck like a sawed-off gunshot

I'll run plots like naked through private property shaking my ass

& scream "Hail Satan" til I'm blasted in the back

Toss aluminum spray cans in the microwave

Let gas fill the house & wait to be blown away

I'll drive a bike into a pool & try to peddle my way out

It's a high doubt but I'll try til I drown

I'll rob a police station with a real looking water gun

Then get more holes in me than there is Swiss cheese

I'll juggle a chainsaw, gun, & a jar of acid

While I'm standing on broken glass & walking backwards

To turn up the heat, I'll have a firing squad

Ready to blast me away at my slightest mistake

I'll place a bomb threat on the white house while I'm there for vacation

I don't mean through a phone; I mean those tours that they take ya

Then I'll pull out a Banaca spray, disguise it as a detonator

I'll yell "SAY GOOD-BYE!" in front of secret service

I'll shoot everyone I see & use my car when there's no more ammo

When I'm wearing army camo, thinking that I'm Rambo

When the pigs arrive, I'll fight 'em all with a knife

& tell 'em "You better kill me before you all die!"

Or I'll hang myself with a set of swings at the park

Douse myself in gasoline & let my lighter spark

How's that for creative? DZK....VECT