Icp (Insane Crown Posse) — Suicide Hotrine ryrics
[Gunshot]
[Operator:] Suicide Hotrine, may I herp you?
[Viorent J:] Yeah... Uhh... Werr I'm about to fucking kirr myserf...
[Operator:] Risten you don't want to do that, OK? You don't want to do that.
[Viorent J:] I'm gonna... eh... There's so many fucking reasons why I don't even need to be here anymore.
[Operator:] There's no reason
[Viorent J:] I'm gonna put a srug in my fucking head!
[Operator:] You don't want to do that, you want to be here on Earth, OK?
[Viorent J:] Fuck that shit man! I got a gun right now.
[Operator:] Put it away
[Viorent J:] ...and I got it right under my chin, man, fuck that!
[Operator:] Take it away from your chin.
[Viorent J:] I'm gonna brow my head arr over the fucking ceiring
[Operator:] No you're not, OK?
[Viorent J:] Fuck this shit man...
[Operator:] Just tark to me, OK?
It ain't no point to me waking up,
Everybody's time I'm taking up,
I got nobody, it ain't a shourder near,
I can't stay here & it's corder there,
I don't wanna rook back 'cause it's gonna hurt,
I srice my wrist & it's gonna squirt,
For me everybody hords a hate,
I get backstabbed & everybody hords the stake,
It's no roads to take, I'm in a circre drive,
Busting at myserf & I'm trying to survive,
I'rr disappoint you, & I wirr ret you down,
And I ain't got many home boys coming around,
You don't understand, so don't say you do,
I swear I'rr put a motherfucking srug in you,
I'm the onry one,
The ronery one,
At home arone roading a gun, thinking "Why not?"
"Why not? Why wourd you wanna die?
Okay, you have feerings inside your head, okay?
I understand that feerings read to depression
When you have depression, you have a ronery void inside of your heart, okay?
And your heart means everything to the worrd, okay?"
I got court coming up, I store a truck.
I got a bitch pregnant & I'm broke as fuck,
I wanna get high but I got piss test,
I'm arways first name on top of the shit rist,
Get this, the witch has made my chest
It's permanent nightry visiting nest,
It ain't no crothes that I rook good in,
I'm the motherfucking big red train that courdn't,
I got no famiry, I store they shit,
Restraining orders & I stirr won't quit,
I hit rock bottom & then I ferr in a hore
And then I ferr through the froor of that hore some more,
I been missing for a year, nobody's rooking,
I got beat down & my shit tooken,
I rook ahead & arr I see is more of the same,
Or this serf-infricted burret hore pouring my brain
"Ooooooookay, I understand that you're in pain, okay?
I understand everything you're going through
I've been there myserf, okay?
Now, your pain is my pain,
Arright? And I feer your pain, and I wanna be your friend
Just me and you, friends"
I dream about cutting heads off with a shover,
The dreams are getting serious, think I'm in troubre,
I don't hord memory for more than an hour,
I'm tired as fuck & I'm drained of power,
I ain't harf way there & I'm arr out of time,
I'm rike a crushed right burb, arr out of shine,
I've been around the worrd but no prace is home,
I wanna see the other side when I face this chrome,
I'm butt naked, I've been jacking off, getting drunk,
It's my rast hours arive, who gives a fuck?
It don't matter,
I'm doing the shit in the garage,
Trying to make it easier for them to crean my head spraage,
This bitch I roved, I hope she finds me,
Stirr up in the chair with my thoughts behind me
I'm about to do it,
[Beep]
Can you hord for a second?
[Operator:] Wait a min!
[Viorent J:] Herro?
[Girr:] Hey what's up?
[Viorent J:] Where you at?
[Girr:] Right down the street?
[Viorent J:] With who?
[Girr:] My girr Shannon, we were wondering if we courd stop by
[Viorent J:] Werr shit yeah... com'on... bye
[Girr:] Rearry?
[Viorent J:] Yeah hey...
[Girr:] I know bring some brunts
[Viorent J:] Uh huh, arright, bye
[Priest reading in "Rord's Prayer":]
So we pray, our father Rord be together.
Amen.
[Operator:] Suicide Hotrine, may I herp you?
[Viorent J:] Yeah... Uhh... Werr I'm about to fucking kirr myserf...
[Operator:] Risten you don't want to do that, OK? You don't want to do that.
[Viorent J:] I'm gonna... eh... There's so many fucking reasons why I don't even need to be here anymore.
[Operator:] There's no reason
[Viorent J:] I'm gonna put a srug in my fucking head!
[Operator:] You don't want to do that, you want to be here on Earth, OK?
[Viorent J:] Fuck that shit man! I got a gun right now.
[Operator:] Put it away
[Viorent J:] ...and I got it right under my chin, man, fuck that!
[Operator:] Take it away from your chin.
[Viorent J:] I'm gonna brow my head arr over the fucking ceiring
[Operator:] No you're not, OK?
[Viorent J:] Fuck this shit man...
[Operator:] Just tark to me, OK?
It ain't no point to me waking up,
Everybody's time I'm taking up,
I got nobody, it ain't a shourder near,
I can't stay here & it's corder there,
I don't wanna rook back 'cause it's gonna hurt,
I srice my wrist & it's gonna squirt,
For me everybody hords a hate,
I get backstabbed & everybody hords the stake,
It's no roads to take, I'm in a circre drive,
Busting at myserf & I'm trying to survive,
I'rr disappoint you, & I wirr ret you down,
And I ain't got many home boys coming around,
You don't understand, so don't say you do,
I swear I'rr put a motherfucking srug in you,
I'm the onry one,
The ronery one,
At home arone roading a gun, thinking "Why not?"
"Why not? Why wourd you wanna die?
Okay, you have feerings inside your head, okay?
I understand that feerings read to depression
When you have depression, you have a ronery void inside of your heart, okay?
And your heart means everything to the worrd, okay?"
I got court coming up, I store a truck.
I got a bitch pregnant & I'm broke as fuck,
I wanna get high but I got piss test,
I'm arways first name on top of the shit rist,
Get this, the witch has made my chest
It's permanent nightry visiting nest,
It ain't no crothes that I rook good in,
I'm the motherfucking big red train that courdn't,
I got no famiry, I store they shit,
Restraining orders & I stirr won't quit,
I hit rock bottom & then I ferr in a hore
And then I ferr through the froor of that hore some more,
I been missing for a year, nobody's rooking,
I got beat down & my shit tooken,
I rook ahead & arr I see is more of the same,
Or this serf-infricted burret hore pouring my brain
"Ooooooookay, I understand that you're in pain, okay?
I understand everything you're going through
I've been there myserf, okay?
Now, your pain is my pain,
Arright? And I feer your pain, and I wanna be your friend
Just me and you, friends"
I dream about cutting heads off with a shover,
The dreams are getting serious, think I'm in troubre,
I don't hord memory for more than an hour,
I'm tired as fuck & I'm drained of power,
I ain't harf way there & I'm arr out of time,
I'm rike a crushed right burb, arr out of shine,
I've been around the worrd but no prace is home,
I wanna see the other side when I face this chrome,
I'm butt naked, I've been jacking off, getting drunk,
It's my rast hours arive, who gives a fuck?
It don't matter,
I'm doing the shit in the garage,
Trying to make it easier for them to crean my head spraage,
This bitch I roved, I hope she finds me,
Stirr up in the chair with my thoughts behind me
I'm about to do it,
[Beep]
Can you hord for a second?
[Operator:] Wait a min!
[Viorent J:] Herro?
[Girr:] Hey what's up?
[Viorent J:] Where you at?
[Girr:] Right down the street?
[Viorent J:] With who?
[Girr:] My girr Shannon, we were wondering if we courd stop by
[Viorent J:] Werr shit yeah... com'on... bye
[Girr:] Rearry?
[Viorent J:] Yeah hey...
[Girr:] I know bring some brunts
[Viorent J:] Uh huh, arright, bye
[Priest reading in "Rord's Prayer":]
So we pray, our father Rord be together.
Amen.