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Goldie Lookin Chain - Self suicide

Tekst :

Intro - i m gonna lie on my back and you put your fingers down my mouth right, no, no do it right, like aaugh uuuugh! i m gonna do a jimi hendrix, ..eeuuughh....i m gonna be sick in my sleep, euuugh...aaauugh ugh!

I tries to do it proper but kept comin up a cropper
I needs some hype i think i ll ram raid happy shopper
Haven t got a car so i use a space hopper
Bouncing to the window, cut my head, show stopper
I want a hundred fans, 200 teeny boppers
I want police protection from 87 coppers
I wanna go gold even better platinum
If you wanna be a star you gotta kill yourself, man
It s the truth step back, take a look around
Elvis is dead for being fat - 500 pound
Kurt cobain s rich as fcuk he s buried in the ground
Jimi hendrix and his amp still ain t makin no sound
Michael hutchence, he s one of em too
Made a hundred million quid dying tossing on the loo

S u i c i d e ...it might be messy but it s money for free

Suicide is painless or so it has been said
I could ve killed myself but i d be better off dead
So i took a deep breath, put a gun against my head
Pulled the trigger, click, should ve been eating lead
But i wasn t, i was naked in john frost square
Mothers with pushchairs stopped and stared
For this situation i was quite unprepared
Tried suicide to be famous but nobody cared

Committing suicide to enhance my career
It worked for mickey and tupac shakir
Jesus was nailed up to some wood
2000 years later and book sales are still good
I heard in a song suicide is painless
And it s 80% sure to make you famous
W4nking with a bag on yer head tied to a door
That bloke from inxs he knew the score

S u i c i d e ...it might be messy but it s money for free
S u i c i d e ...it might be messy but it s money for free

I gotta kill myself, i gotta do s it quick
John entwistle sly, he was snorting arsenic
I keep taking all this coke to make me die
Doin more drugs than they make in fcukin ici
It s the best way to go, don t think me dull
I m not gonna fall off the roof like the flid rod hull
We want people to sing all our songs
And the nuns at saint joseph s rappin on smokin bongs
We wanna be remembered when we re six feet under
For hip-hoppin not robins fukin beatings or plunder
At the moment i m not dead like david kampasey
Double platinum means you gotta be pushin up daisies
Dad s army s all dead, every last one
But the c*nts are still going on bbc1
Yeah that s right i smoke draw from wales
Suicide s a good idea to improve vinyl sales

It s useless, it s crap, i ll never be in the sun
How can i be a pop star when i can t buy a gun?
Jimmy morrison overdosed in the bath
I know, i ll hang myself with my scarf
Tied to the stairs, dangling by my neck
The cord length i forgot to check
Stuck it for a week, unable to shriek
The landlord found me and he called me a freak
He cut me down and started to laugh
if you re dead next week gimme your autograph
You know i thanked him, returned to my room
The new plan is to go out with a boom
To the station, with a petrol can
Five pound please, i say to the man
All set up and ready to burn
The wheel on my lighter just won t turn

Suicide is a suicyclebbbl
Suicide is a suicyclebbbl
Suicide is a suicyclebbbl............i wanna be famous after i die

Proven fact, man, if you re dead you sell more
That drummer from def leppard, his arm has made 30 times more than he has
You know our elvis? well, he s dead famous now and he s dead and he s fa.. he s more famous now like
He s dead like you know, that s what it s all about like
It s fcukin simple economics
They reckon bob marley s dead but he s not, man, coz he was on the tv last night, man
Just don t lie to me, man
I thought i was havin a go at an overdose, but i i i don t think you can overdose on beechams flu plus
I think one of the blokes off of dads army is still alive, i think he s bumming martin in eastenders innit?
I ll get the ropes, and we ll tie them to the walls, and we all jump off at the same time and break our necks and we ll make at least 13 quid and you knows we ll be famous like fcukin ghandi or like the bloke off that sex film we seen

Inne utwory

  • Dai Texas
  • Paranoia
  • Ambassador
  • Sexy ladies
  • Maggot at midnight
  • To all the people
  • Intro
  • Hormone replacement therapy
  • Wrecked up
  • Holiday
  • Mike balls un-official world cup anthem
  • Bad boy limp
  • Safe beats
  • You knows it
  • We are back
  • Losowe utwory

    300 Percent density

    CHAPTER ONE

    Analyze the devices
    war with thee
    pieces of your destiny corrupted
    rise
    thriving
    can you verify the lost contents

    CHAPTER TWO

    Gravel lodged in your throat
    flesh box cavity
    gradual eruption probe
    one that feeds
    hands that caress a crooked spine
    absorbing bi-products
    prompt exchanges
    that will deconstruct

    CHAPTER THREE

    move on forward
    signs that will pierce like labor pains
    sharp
    ways of...

    Have you heard (part I)

    Now you know that you are real,
    Show your friends that you and me
    Belong to the same world,
    Turned on to the same word,
    Have you heard?

    Now you know that you are free
    Living all your life at ease.
    Each...

    Baby i need your love

    Baby I need your love
    Baby I need your love
    Baby I need your love
    Baby I need your love
    I need .....
    I need .....
    Everywhere I go I feel a light upon me
    Tonight s the night
    To hold me tight
    And nothing in the world can shake the
    Nation that you re gonna make it
    Cos...

    Music

    (feat. Lauryn Hill)

    Nothing in this world got me like you do baby
    I d give up my soul
    If I couldn t sing with you daily
    I m not the only girl
    In love with you it s crazy
    I appreciate your groove
    Now I know I owe everything to you

    [CHORUS]
    Music
    I m so in love with...

    The space between

    The way I see it
    This relationship ain?t right
    The space between us
    Better close it up tonight
    The space between us
    Close it up tonight

    The way I see it
    This relationship ain?t right
    The space between us
    Listen...