1-800-suicide

So you wanna die, commit suicide
Dial 1-800-Cyanide line
Far as life, yo it ain’t worth it
Put a rope around your neck and jerk it
The trick didn’t work
Your life was fucked up from the first day of birth
After watching Jackie Gleason walk into a precinct
Gun down the captain for no fucking reason
And get some LSD or a drink from the bar
Get behind your wheel and crash the car
Like Desert Storm, got bombs for the war
confront an alligator, let it eat ya raw
Back to the function, riding the caboose to hell
BZZZZZT touched the third rail.
You fucked up chicken, now you just got fried
Cause it’s a suicide

Hey you little rich kid, what’s your beef?
Come and tell the Grym Reaper all of your grief
You asked for a Benz and you only got a Jeep
Your pop’s got endz, but yo he’s mad cheap
Maybe you’re a bastard child you think
Mom and dad are white and you’re dark as ink
Maybe you’re Sicilian with a tan
But you hate lasagna and the pizza man
Now you stand on the grave digga locked and
You’re singing the blues about the rough life you’ve got
Not
You don’t wanna live no more
I guess you’re really ready for the grave yard tour
When you get home just fill up your windows and you doors
Turn your oven on high for about four hours
Light you a blunt, kiss your ass goodbye
You gassed yourself 'cause it’s a suicide

Yep
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again
Life moves pretty fast
If you don’t stop and look around every once in a while
you could miss it

Six fucking devils stepped up playing brave God
Had the fucking nerve to try and enta my grave yard
I’m the Ryzarector, be my sacrafice
Commit suicide and I’ll bring you back to life
The first was convinced
Stuck a water hose in his mouth at full blast so his head can explode
Second said hmmmm that’s good but I can top it
Put an ax up to his head and then he chopped it
Blood shot out in every direction
The rest didn’t know what to do, I made suggestions
Put a slug in your mug, overdose on a drug
Wet your hair stick a knife in the plug
Or be like Richard Pryor set your balls on fire
Better yet go hang yourself with a barbed wire
Three and Four fell deep into spell and
Ran to the zoo, locked themselves in a lion’s den
Number Five said it ain’t worth being alive
Smoked a dust suede, mixed it with cynaide
The only one to escape was number Six
He went home
Sat in the tub and slit his wrists
Yeah, more graves to dig. Goodbye
There’s no need to cry…
… cause we all die

The number one rule of writing is “Know thine audience”. The “dope” in the name of this site means information. I think you’re looking for a different kind of “dope” site.

Good luck, junior member! Your cadence shows promise. Work on your world view though; a little bit of that kind of pessimism goes a long way and can quickly become tedious.

He may make a success of it. There’s always a new crop of fourteen year olds who know that no one in human history has ever been as unhappy as they are.

Sounds like eminem lyrics, in which case he is making fun of people who live that life.


Formerly known as Nec3f on the AOL SDMB

So your question would be…?


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I don’t think Mr. “readytomeethim” has been made acquainted with the MPSIMS forum. Point of information, “readytomeethim”: the P in that name stands for “Pointless.”

Get the (can’t help myself) point?


Chaim Mattis Keller
ckeller@schicktech.com

“Sherlock Holmes once said that once you have eliminated the
impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be
the answer. I, however, do not like to eliminate the impossible.
The impossible often has a kind of integrity to it that the merely improbable lacks.”
– Douglas Adams’s Dirk Gently, Holistic Detective

I don’t mean to encourage this sort of post, but the Jackie Gleason line intrigues me…what on earth does it refer to?

This guy must think Puff Daddy lurks the SDMB looking for new talent.

My guess is that Jackie Gleason was chosen because it sort of rhymes with “precinct” and “reason”

Personally I’d suggest:

After watching a mad Haitian walk into the station
Gun down the captain with a shot heard 'round the nation.

Thus underscoring the news media’s obsession with senseless violence.

I must be bored.

Keepin’ it real,
Alphagene

<BRRRRRIIINNNG!>

“Suicide hotline.”

‘I’m gonna jump!’

“Where are you?”

‘In the middle of the Golden Gate bridge. I swear, I’ll do it!’

“Now, that’ll never do. The Golden Gate bridge is only 300 feet above the water. You have a better-than-even chance of surviving the fall.”

‘What?!’

“You need to be at least 500 feet up if you want to be sure to die from a water impact. Either climb another 200 feet up one of the spires, or go to the end of the bridge and jump off onto the rocks instead.”

‘B-b-but, but, but – aren’t you gonna try and talk me out of it?!’

“Nonsense. Whatever would we do that for? You called the suicide hotline, so you must be serious about doing it right, aren’t you?”

‘I … I don’t believe this! I called you on the off chance you might convince me I have something worth living for!’

“OH! You mean to call the suicide prevention hotline! Sorry, you have the wrong number.” <CLICK>
Heh. I can just imagine John Cleese doing this routine. :wink:

Well, that was cheery. Don’t look for any deals with a Disney-owned record company.

Incidentally, I shot the sheriff.
(But I did not shoot the deputy, oh no.)

I don’t mean to encourage this sort of post, but the Jackie Gleason line intrigues me…what on earth does it refer to?

Just a slang term for a ‘fat guy’.

You ain’t en-courage-ennn,nnn, nuthin’, by askin’