Cross My Heart

Esham

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    Son of a bitch, Jason wants to slit his wrists
    But I'll tell you like this, should'nt take the risk
    Knowin the consequences well
    The suicidal suckers end up in hell
    Some rather be dead then living in sin
    Cuz the planet is fucked up and misled
    By fools like you
    Runnin round tellin mother fuckers what they can and cant do
    Butterflys in my stomach
    Make me wanna vomit cuz I know doomsday is coming
    Jasons facin life or death, it's do or die
    And as he take a deep breath he wonders who will cry
    The only one who really cares is you and I
    But your the only one who really knew why
    Lifes a bitch from beginning to end and then you die
    Living the life of sin and why
    I can see it in your eyes I'm not suprised
    As you cross your heart and hope to die

    Living your life on the edge of panic
    But still you manic
    Cuz you was born a schizophrenic
    Never knew life was a bitch, but it is so hard
    I'm living low in the graveyard
    Take a trip to another side another place
    Lying in a casket wit a dead mans face
    Who gives a fuck about you, nobody but you
    But I didn't have to tell you take cuz thats something you already knew
    Just like a razor to the wrist I'm a cut you quick
    Last dying words is I'm a son of a bitch
    Son of a gun and Ive just begun to bleed
    As I scream Jesus christ and fall to my knees
    And as everyone cries they wonder why
    I cross my heart and hope to die

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    My rhyme is a nine to the forehead
    And once you push play you'll pull the trigga and now your dead
    A suicidal homicidal homicidal suicidal recital
    Is what I recite when I'm on the mic
    At midnight I'll smother you like crib death
    And find my record spinning
    You'll never no I was grinnin when I did that
    This is the U-N-H-O-L-Y
    Deadly, like pesticide
    So just step aside
    Once I knew a little girl was playin my tape on Sunday
    They found her in some headphones dead on Monday
    Hanging from a chandelier the only thing to fear is fear
    When you get them butterflies you know the Unholy is near
    Some disappear and never be found
    Some are smothered by the rhythm and then drown
    And when I blow your mind your wont know why
    You'll soon cross your heart and hope to die

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    Composición: Esham

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