Creative Suicide Plans ft. DZK Lyrics

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 and stay alive the plug

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

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

I use my crutch to break a window and 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 and I'm tired of all this

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

Y'all mighta been calling 911 but all of the telephones lines are

Dead better get ready for heaven

There aint a exit and I'm waiving a weapon

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

The spray in your direction and 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 and make him call the cops

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

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

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

Broadcast the feed and chop off my own head man

And 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 and lysol

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

And wait it until it goes off and blows my sides off

Surprise dawg, or maybe I should climb the wall

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

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

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

I'm nuckin' futs I'll stand in a street and 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 and tie its tail in a knot

And get my head kicked off my head kicked off my neck like a sawed off gunshot

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

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

Toss aluminium spray cans in the microwave

Let gas fill the house and wait to be blown away

I'll drive a bike into a pool and 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, and a jar of acid

While I'm standing on broken glass and 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 and use my car when there's no more ammo

When I'm wearing army cammo thinking that I'm Rambo

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

And 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 and let my lighter spark

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