Cross My Heart

[Intro] "Fuck, man...I hate myself, man." "My life is fucked up, man." "I just need to slit my wrist, man." "I just wish I was dead." [Verse 1] Son of a bitch Jason wants to slit his wrists But I'll tell you like this Shouldn't take the risk Knowing the consequences well The suicidal suckers end up in Hell Some rather be dead than living instead Cause the planet is fucked up and misled By fools like you Running 'round telling motherfuckers what they can and can't do Butterflies in my stomach Make me want to vomit cause I know Doomsday is coming Jason's facin' life or death It's do or die And as he takes a deep breath he wonders who will cry The only one who really cares is you and I But you're the only one who really knew why Life's 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 surprised As you cross your heart and hope to die [Various Samples] [Verse 2] Living your life on the edge of panic Still you're 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 with a dead man's face Who gives a fuck about you, nobody but you But I didn't have to tell you that Cause that's something you already knew Just like a razor to the wrist I'm going to cut you quick Last dying words is, "I'm a son of a bitch!" Son of a gun and I've just begun to bleed As I scream Jesus Christ I fall to my knees And as everyone cries they wonder why I crossed my heart and hoped to die [Various Samples] [Verse 3] My rhyme is like a 9 to the forehead And once you push play, you'll pull the trigger and now you're 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 knew I was grinning 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 drowned And when I blow your mind your won't know why You'll soon cross your heart and hope to die [Various Samples]