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Son of a bitch, |
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Jason wants to slit his wrists |
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But I'll tell you like this, should'nt take the risk |
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Knowin the consequences well |
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The suicidal suckers end up in hell |
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Some rather be dead then living in sin'cause the planet is fucked up and misled |
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By fools like you |
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Runnin round tellin mother fuckers what they can and cant do |
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Butterflys in my stomach |
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Make me wanna vomit 'cause |
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I know doomsday is coming |
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Jasons facin life or death, it's do or die |
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And as he take a deep breath he wonders who will cry |
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The only one who really cares is you and |
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IBut your the only one who really knew why |
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Lifes a bitch from beginning to end and then you die |
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Living the life of sin and why |
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I can see it in your eyes |
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I'm not suprised |
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As you cross your heart and hope to die |
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Living your life on the edge of panic |
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But still you manic'cause you was born a schizophrenic |
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Never knew life was a bitch, but it is so hard |
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I'm living low in the graveyard |
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Take a trip to another side another place |
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Lying in a casket wit a dead mans face |
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Who gives a fuck about you, nobody but you |
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But I didn't have to tell you take 'cause thats something you already knew |
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Just like a razor to the wrist |
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I'm a cut you quick |
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Last dying words is |
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I'm a son of a bitch |
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Son of a gun and |
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Ive just begun to bleed |
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As I scream |
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Jesus christ and fall to my knees |
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And as everyone cries they wonder why |
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I cross my heart and hope to die |
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My rhyme is a nine to the forehead |
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And once you push play you'll pull the trigga and now your dead |
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A suicidal homicidal homicidal suicidal recital |
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Is what I recite when |
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I'm on the mic |
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At midnight |
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I'll smother you like crib death |
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And find my record spinning |
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You'll never no |
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I was grinnin when |
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I did that |
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This is the |
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U-N-H-O-L- |
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YDeadly, like pesticide |
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So just step aside |
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Once I knew a little girl was playin my tape on |
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SundayThey found her in some headphones dead on |
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MondayHanging from a chandelier the only thing to fear is fear |
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When you get them butterflies you know the |
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Unholy is near |
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Some disappear and never be found |
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Some are smothered by the rhythm and then drown |
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And when I blow your mind your wont know why |
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You'll soon cross your heart and hope to die |
