VECT - Creative Suicide Plans (feat. DZK)

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

Written by:
Pantera Puglisi

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