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| subject : | [Gravediggaz]1-800 Suicide |
| home : | http://chriskwon.hihome.com |
*Á¦¸ñÀÇ 1-800Àº ¹Ì±¹¿¡¼ 1-800-xxx-xxxxÀÇ ÇüÅ·Î, °¢Á¾ ¼ºñ½º¸¦ Á¦°øÇÏ´Â ÀüÁö¿ª °øÅë ¹«·á ÀüȹøÈ£ÀÔ´Ï´Ù. µÚÀÇ Suicide °°Àº ¿µ¾î´Ü¾î´Â ¹øÈ£ÆÇ¿¡ °¢ ¹øÈ£¿¡ ÀûÇôÀÖ´Â ¾ËÆÄºª¿¡ µû¶ó ¹øÈ£¸¦ ´©¸£¶ó´Â °ÍÀÔ´Ï´Ù. Chorus: (KRS One) Suicide it's a suicide ÀÚ»ì, ±×°Ç ÀÚ»ìÀÌ¾ß Budabuyby Suicide it's a suicide ÀÚ»ì, ±×°Ç ÀÚ»ìÀÌ¾ß 2X Verse One: Fruitkwan/Gatekeeper So you wanna die, commit suicide ±×·¡ Á×°í ½Í¾î, ÀÚ»ìÀ» ÇÏ°í ½Í´Ù¸é Dial 1-800-Cyanide line 1-800-Cyanide(û»ê°¡¸®)¿¡ ÀüÈÇØ Far as life, yo it ain't worth it ¸ñ¼û¿¡ °üÇØ¼´Â, yo °¡Ä¡°¡ ¾ø¾î Put a rope around your neck and jerk it ¸ñ ÁÖº¯¿¡ ¹åÁÙÀ» °¨¾Æ Èçµé¾î´ë The trick didn't work ¼ÓÀÓ¼ö´Â ¾È ¸ÔÇûÁö Your life was fucked up from the first day of birth ´Ï »îÀº ÅÂ¾î³ Ã¹ ³¯ºÎÅÍ ¿³ °°¾ÒÁö After watching Jackie Gleason walk into a precinct Jackie Gleason(Äڹ̵ð¾ð)ÀÌ ¼±°Å±¸¿¡ µé¾î¼± ¶§ºÎÅÍ Gun down the captain for no fucking reason ¾Æ¹« ÀÌÀ¯ ¾øÀÌ ´ëÀåÀ» ÃÑÀ¸·Î ½÷Á×À̰í And get some LSD or a drink from the bar ¹Ù¿¡¼ LSD(ȯ°¢Á¦)³ª ¼úÀ» ¾ò¾î¿Í Get behind your wheel and crash the car ³× ÀÚµ¿Â÷ µÚ¿¡ ³ªÅ¸³ª ºÎ½¤¹ö·Á Like Desert Storm, got bombs for the war ¸¶Ä¡ '»ç¸·ÀÇ ÆøÇ³'ó·³, ÀüÀï¿¡ ÇÊ¿äÇÑ ÆøÅºµéÀÌ ÀÖ¾î *Desert Storm - Gulf ÀüÀï ½Ã ¹Ì±¹ÀÌ ¹úÀÎ °ø½À ÀÛÀüÀÇ ÄÚµå³×ÀÓ confront an alligator, let it eat ya raw ¾Ç¾î¶û ¸Â¼¸é, »êä·Î Àâ¾Æ¸ÔÈ÷Áö Back to the function, riding the caboose to hell ±â´ÉÀ¸·Î µ¹¾Æ¿Í, Áö¿ÁÀ¸·Î °¡´Â ¿Â÷¸¦ ź ä BZZZZZT touched the third rail. BZZZZZT ¼¼¹øÂ° ·¹ÀÏÀ» °Çµå·ÈÁö You fucked up chicken, now you just got fried ÀÌ ´ß °°Àº °ÌÀïÀ̵é, ³»°¡ ÈĶóÀÌÇØÁáÁö Cause it's a suicide ÀÌ°Ç ÀÚ»ìÀ̴ϱî Chorus Verse Two: Too Poetic/Grym Reaper Hey you little rich kid, what's your beef? À̺Á ¾î¸° ºÎÀÚ ²¿¸¶µé¾Æ, ºÒ¸¸ÀÌ ¹¹´Ï? Come and tell the Grym Reaper all of your grief À̸® ¿Í¼ Grym Reaper¿¡°Ô ½½ÇÄÀ» ¸ðµÎ Åоî³õÀ¸·Å You asked for a Benz and you only got a Jeep ³Í Benz¸¦ ¿øÇÏ´Â µ¥ Jeep ¹Û¿¡ ¾ø°í Your pop's got endz, but yo he's mad cheap ¾Æºü°¡ µ·Àº Àß ¹úÁö¸¸, ÀλýÀÌ ½Î±¸·Á³× Maybe you're a bastard child you think ¾î¼¸é ´Ï »ý°¢´ë·Î ³Í °³ÀÚ½ÄÀÏÁö ¸ô¶ó Mom and dad are white and you're dark as ink ¾ö¸¶¿Í ¾Æºü´Â ¹éÀÎÀε¥ ³Í À×ũó·³ ±î¸¸»ö Maybe you're Sicilian with a tan ¾î¼¸é ½ÃÄ¥¸® Ãâ½ÅÀε¥ ¼±ÅÄÀ» ÇÑ °ÉÁöµµ *Sicily - ½ÃÄ¥¸®¾Æ ¼¶. ÀÌÅ»¸®¾Æ ³²ÂÊÀÇ ¼¶ But you hate lasagna and the pizza man ÇÏÁö¸¸ ³Í ¶óÀÚ³Ä¿Í ÇÇÀÚ¸¦ ½È¾îÇÏÀÝ¾Æ *lasagna - ¾Æ´Â »ç¶÷µµ ¸¹ÀÌ ÀÖÀ»Áö ¸ð¸£Áö¸¸ ¾î·µç ÀÌÅ»¸®¾Æ À½½ÄÀÔ´Ï´Ù-_- ¸¸µÎ¶û ºñ½ÁÇÑ À½½ÄÀ̶ó°í ÇÏ´øµ¥ Àú´Â º°·Î ¾È ÁÁ¾ÆÇÔ; Now you stand on the grave digga locked and ÀÌÁ¦ ³Í ¹«´ý¿¡ µµ±¼²Û°ú ÇÔ²² ¼ÀÖ°í You're singing the blues about the rough life you've got Not ´Ï °ÅÄ£ Àλý¿¡ ´ëÇØ ºí·ç½º¸¦ ºÎ¸£Áö, ¾Æ³Ä You don't wanna live no more ´õ´Â »ì°í ½ÍÁö ¾Ê°ÚÁö I guess you're really ready for the grave yard tour ¹¦Áö Åõ¾î ÇÒ Áغñ°¡ Á¦´ë·Î µÈ°Å °°±º When you get home just fill up your windows and you doors Áý¿¡ µ¹¾Æ°¡¸é â¹®°ú ¹®À» ²Ë ´Ý°í Turn your oven on high for about four hours ´ë·« ³× ½Ã°£ µ¿¾È ¿ÀºìÀ» Ç® ÆÄ¿ö·Î ư´ÙÀ½ Light you a blunt, kiss your ass goodbye ¸¶¸®È³ª¿¡ ºÒÀ» ºÙ¿©, Àڽſ¡°Ô ÀÛº°À» ÇÏ¸é¼ You gassed yourself 'cause it's a suicide °¡½º¸¦ ¸ÔÀº ä·Î ÀÚ»ìÀ» ÇÑ °ÅÁö Chorus Interlude: Scott (the Moleman) Harding: Yep I've said it before and I'll say it again ÀÌÀü¿¡µµ ¸»ÇßÁö¸¸ ´Ù½Ã ¸»ÇÒ°Ô Life moves pretty fast »îÀº ²Ï ºü¸£°Ô Èê·¯°¡ If you don't stop and look around every once in a while Àá±ñÀá±ñ ¸ØÃç¼¼ ÁÖÀ§¸¦ µÑ·¯º¸Áö ¾ÊÀ¸¸é you could miss it ³õÄ¡´Â°Ô ÀÖÀ»°É Verse Three: Prince Rakeem/Ryzarector Six fucking devils stepped up playing brave God 6¸íÀÇ ºô¾î¸ÔÀ» ¾Ç¸¶°¡ ¿Ã¶ó¿Í ÇÏ´À´ÔÀΠô ÇÏÁö Had the fucking nerve to try and enta my grave yard ³» ¹¦Áö¿¡ µé¾î¿Ã ºô¾î¸ÔÀ» ¹è¯ÀÌ ÀÖ±º I'm the Ryzarector, be my sacrafice ³ª´Â Ryzarector, ³» Èñ»ý¾çÀÌ µÇ±æ Commit suicide and I'll bring you back to life ÀÚ»ìÇÏ¸é ³»°¡ ´Ù½Ã »ì·Á³»ÁÙ°Ô The first was convinced ù ³ðÀº ±×·²µí ÇßÁö Stuck a water hose in his mouth at full blast so his head can explode ÀÔ¿¡´Ù°¡ ¹°È£½º¸¦ Ʋ¾î¸·°í ¹°À» ¼¼°Ô Ʋ¾î, ¸Ó¸®°¡ ÅÍÁö°Ô Second said hmmmm that's good but I can top it µÎ¹øÂ°´Â Èì, ±¦Âú±ä ÇÏÁö¸¸ ´õ ÀßÇÒ ¼ö ÀÖ¾ú´Âµ¥ Put an ax up to his head and then he chopped it µµ³¢¸¦ Àڱ⠸Ӹ®¿¡ °Ü´©°í ³»¸®Âï¾ú³× Blood shot out in every direction Çǰ¡ »ç¹æÆÈ¹æÀ¸·Î Æ¢¾úÁö The rest didn't know what to do, I made suggestions ³ª¸ÓÁö´Â ¾î¶»°Ô ÇÒÁö¸¦ ¸ô¶ó, ³»°¡ Á¦¾ÈÀ» ÇØÁáÁö Put a slug in your mug, overdose on a drug ¸Ó¸´¼Ó¿¡ ÃѾËÀ» ¹Ú±â, ¸¶¾à °ú´Ù º¹¿ëÇϱâ Wet your hair stick a knife in the plug ¸Ó¸®¸¦ Àû½Ã°í Ä®À» Ç÷¯±× ´ë½Å ²Å±â Or be like Richard Pryor set your balls on fire ¾Æ´Ï¸é Richard Pryoró·³ ´Ï °Å½Ã±â¿¡ ºÒÀ» ºÙ¿© *Richard Pryor - Äڹ̵ð¾ð °â ¹è¿ì. 2005³â »ç¸Á. °Å½Ã±â¿¡ ºÒÀ» ºÙ¿´´Ù´Â °Ç ¿µÈ Àå¸éÀ̳ª ±×·±°Å °°³×¿ä. Pryor´Â ½ÉÀ帶ºñ·Î Á×¾ú½À´Ï´Ù. Better yet go hang yourself with a barbed wire ¾Æ´Ï¸é °¡½Ã öÁ¶¸Á¿¡ ¸ñÀ» ¸Å´Þ°Å³ª Three and Four fell deep into spell and ¼¼¹øÂ°¿Í ³×¹øÂ°´Â ÀÌ ¸»¿¡ Ȧ·Á Ran to the zoo, locked themselves in a lion's den µ¿¹°¿øÀ¸·Î ´Þ·Á°¡, »çÀÚ ¿ì¸®¿¡ ÀÚ½ÅÀ» °¡µ×Áö Number Five said it ain't worth being alive ´Ù¼¸¹øÂ°´Â »ì °¡Ä¡°¡ ¾ø´Ù°í ÇÏ¸é¼ Smoked a dust suede, mixed it with cynaide ¼ú°ú ȯ°¢Á¦¿¡, û»ê°¡¸®¸¦ ¼¯¾úÁö The only one to escape was number Six ¸¶Áö¸· ³¡À峯 ³ðÀº ¿©¼¸¹øÂ° He went home Sat in the tub and slit his wrists ±×´Â Áý¿¡ °¡, ¿åÁ¶¿¡ ¾É¾Æ ¼Õ¸ñÀ» Ä®·Î ±×¾ú¾î Yeah, more graves to dig. Goodbye ±×·¡, ÆÈ ¹«´ýÀÌ ´õ »ý°å±º. ¾È³ç There's no need to cry... cause we all die ¿ï ÇÊ¿ä ¾ø¾î... ¿ì¸° ¸ðµÎ Á×À¸´Ï±î |
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