Don't Blame Me
Esham
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Here I come, better run I gotta sawed off shotgun Pump that buck and you might catch a hot one Call me a head hunter, head's I've chopped off Cemetery's full from the bodies I dropped off Mothafuckaz hate me, 'cause I'm singing Blasphemy Die and go to hell and when you get there ask for me Come along for the ride, drive you to suicide I'm the Unholy Esham, that's right Get me a razor blade and I might jack a spade Or jack jack my dick to a poor porno flick Nasty motherfucker with the wicked mentallity Thirteen ways is a small technicallity 'cause I got one, blow your fuckin head out Pull your fuckin eyes out, just to get the red out If you be a nigga or a white boy honkey I get funky, hip hop junkie Serial killa, frosted flakes Fucked up in the head waking up with the shakes Those are the breaks, fuckin up the fakes Some shit I make you can't take But don't blame me. (CHORUS) Don't blame me Don't blame me Don't blame me Don't blame me, the devil made me do it. Better reach your children, 'cause I might burn em' Teach em' and learn em' a motherfuckin lesson Get my Smith & Wesson and blow your baby's head off From watchin bullshit, turn the T.V. set off Psycho, and I might go like Michael Say some shit that you might not like so Who's that god that you praise the lord to Buyin that ticket to the heavens, can't afford to Esham's back with the New Jack Swing I don't pray or none or those things Now we got niggaz that's rappin bout god ya'll Praise the lord to me the black oddball I ain't no joke and my words ain't fiction If you think so you can suck my dick then I don't like preachers, or prayers, but playaz Esham the Unholy wicked rhyme sayer Swing with the Slayer, sing if you dare But just like before I don't care And don't blame me. (CHORUS) Don't blame me (we are searchers of the truth) Don't blame me (we are searchers of the truth) Don't blame me (we are searchers of the truth) Don't blame me, the devil made me do it. Sick in the head, knotty like a dread Pump that lead 'cause I'd rather be dead Gimme what you got if you hip you get with me I think my wrist is talking to you tellin you to slit me Suicidalist and I'm unorthadox Down with the black sox, whiskey on the rocks You might catch me in a jail cell with a wig I slaughtered me a pig, but you can't dig The voices in my head, tellin me to waste ya Pig that Bacon ham sandwich I can taste ya Everybody lookin for a bible to touch We shall overcome is a bit too much But you can't touch this Religion is some hokus-pokus Betcha seein god when you focus But when the day comes and you gotta run for shelter Now you screamin Hellterskellter Damn, you gotta turn off the T.V. Or don't blame me. (CHORUS) Don't blame me (dont start no shit now) Don't blame me (dont start no shit now) Don't blame me (dont start no shit now) Don't balme me, the devil made me do it.
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Written by: BERT LEE, CLAY SMITH, R P WESTON
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