Don’t Blame Me Esham

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[Verse 1:]
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 full from the bodies I dropped off
Motherfuckers 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 technicality
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 killer, frosted flakes
Fucked up in the head wakin' 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

[Interlude:]
Don't blame me
Don't blame me
Don't blame me
Don't blame me, the devil made me do it