Esham - Don't Blame Me lyrics

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 Cemetary's full from the bodies I dropped off Mothaf**az 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 p**no flick Nasty motherf**er with the wicked mentallity Thirteen ways is a small technicallity 'cause I got one, blow your f**in head out Pull your f**in eyes out, just to get the red out If you be a n***a or a white boy honkey I get funky, hip hop junkie Serial k**a, frosted flakes f**ed up in the head waking up with the shakes Those are the breaks, f**in up the fakes Some sh** I make you cant take But dont blame me. [CHORUS] Dont blame me Dont blame me Dont blame me Dont blame me, the devil made me do it. Better reach your children, 'cause I might burn em' Teach em' and learn em' a motherf**in lesson Get my Smith & Wesson and blow your baby's head off From watchin bullsh**, turn the T.V. set off Psycho, and I might go like Michael Say some sh** that you might not like so Who's that god that you praise the lord to Buyin that ticket to the heavens, cant afford to Esham's back with the New Jack Swing I dont pray or none or those things Now we got n***az that's rappin bout god ya'll Praise the lord to me the black oddball I aint no joke and my words aint fiction If you think so you can s** my dick then I dont 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 dont care And dont blame me. [CHORUS] Dont blame me (we are searchers of the truth) Dont blame me (we are searchers of the truth) Dont blame me (we are searchers of the truth) Dont 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 cant 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 cant 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 dont blame me. [CHORUS] Dont blame me (dont start no sh** now) Dont blame me (dont start no sh** now) Dont blame me (dont start no sh** now) Dont balme me, the devil made me do it.