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Suicide Note
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A dark track I wrote about prompting someone to commit suicide. Suicide is a touchy subject with me and I do have an opinion on it which reveals itself through subtext in the song.
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Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop Hardcore Rap
Charts
Peak #4,515
Peak in subgenre #431
Author
Street Prophet / Abduction Productions
Rights
2004
Uploaded
June 03, 2004
Track Files
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MP3 3.9 MB 128 kbps 4:12
Story behind the song
After a while of hearing about suicide attempts by someone who is a big skank and attention seeker, I took the opposing side. Instead of telling her she has so much to live for I took back and analyzed it and ultimately decided that her life, if it continues the way it's going, is useless.
Lyrics
This puny little bitch needs to really stop fronting Don't be struppid, you ain't stuntin, you just over blunted I ain't hating on you but I just want you to know That I'm fully justified when I call you a ho You little dro smokin ho, keep ya legs closed If you ain't got a condom you can just say no little trick thinks she's hot when she ain't aware Cuz she's pushing away the people that really do care I wish on my life that you never went down this path But it really couldn't be helped when you do the math One father (who ain't there) Plus a mom (Who don't care) You have no flair and livin a life of dispair. Add that to dressin like a whore every day 24/7 Equals getting more people in and out than a 7/11 She ain't a looker, but she'd make some heavy money as a hooker If I was her daddy I woulda pick her up and then I woulda shook her You stupid bitch you don't know what you be talkin about The guy who's fuckin you will be the same one to be knockin you out Cheatin on your man, I laugh cuz it's funny Cuz he don't know, yous a ho and after his money [Chorus] Our existence predicated by the reason that we're hated You should take your life instead of feigning jaded I can see that you're in pain cuz people think you're insane Heed the refrain. Use a razor blade to cut your vein Use the excuse of hiding behind the years of abuse Put a gun in your mouth and put your brain to good use If you ain't sure how I feel, read the words that I wrote If you wanna reach me in death write a suicide note. I can hear your coochie clappin way off in the distance Since you failed on suicide, I'll offer my asstance Stick a knife in a plug, give a leper a hug Get snuffed in a snuff, if that ain't enough Go outside with a ball of Anthrax and play catch Or turn the gas on in your house, wait and light a match Fuck it! Put a gun in your mouth put your weight on the trigger Go down south and call a Nazi a N Go to P.C Go station and put your head on the track or better Go sky diving without a parachute pack You should go and kick bear in the nuts and then play dead Or I could stand on top of the CN tower and whip quarters at your head Maybe play around with a double edged sword You can be the next contestant to win a dawin award Fuck running at you .. I don't want a stand off Fuck slitting your wrists.. I'ma cut your hands off [Chorus] Our existence predicated by the reason that we're hated You should take your life instead of feigning jaded I can see that you're in pain cuz people think you're insane Heed the refrain. Use a razor blade to cut your vein Use the excuse of hiding behind the years of abuse Put a gun in your mouth and put your brain to good use If you ain't sure how I feel, read the words that I wrote If you wanna reach me in death write a suicide note. My mind is my gun and my words are my bullets My tongue is the trigger and I've got the balls to pull it I've been spittin cold verses, enough shit to chill you So roll and smoke my words. Maybe the overdose'll kill you. You can't fuck with me cuz my cock ain't for sale If you're blind to my lyrics then I'll spit it in braille Just to make sure each and everything I've said is fuckin felt My lyrics are the punches that have left you mental welts Don't give me your number. I don't want your fuckin digits I said I likes a shorty. Not a fuckin midget. You ain't pretty. You the ugliest. Hands down I wouldn't fuck you even if you appraoched me pants down I wouldn't show up to your funeral to piss on your grave It's rotten you've forgotten all the promises you made I'd cut my dick off if I saw you in a hottie mag The next time I see you better be in a fuckin body bag [Chorus] Our existence predicated by the reason that we're hated You should take your life instead of feigning jaded I can see that you're in pain cuz people think you're insane Heed the refrain. Use a razor blade to cut your vein Use the excuse of
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