Esham - Cross My Heart

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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 



'cause 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 'cause 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 

'cause 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 'cause 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 









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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