I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullshit
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
And squeeze, until the bed's completely red

I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fucking buddha head
The stress is building up, I can't

I can't believe suicide's on my fucking mind, I wanna leave
I swear to God I feel like death is fucking calling me
Naw you wouldn't understand

You see it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
Except when I cross over, there ain't no coming back