Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Blame Me

Here I come, better run I sawed off shotgun
that buck and you might catch a hot one
Call me a head hunter, head's chopped off
Cemetary's full the bodies I dropped off
Mothafuckaz hate me, 'cause I'm Blasphemy
Die and go to hell and you get there ask for me
along for the ride, drive you to suicide
I'm the Unholy Esham, right
Get me a razor and I might jack a spade
Or jack jack my dick to a porno flick
motherfucker with the wicked mentallity
Thirteen ways is a technicallity
I got one, blow your fuckin head out
Pull your fuckin out, just to get the red out
If you be a nigga or a boy honkey
I get funky, hip hop
Serial killa, flakes
Fucked up in the head up with the shakes
are the breaks, fuckin up the fakes
Some shit I make you cant
But dont me.

(CHORUS)
blame me
Dont me
blame me
Dont blame me, the made me do it.

Better reach your children, 'cause I might em'
Teach em' and learn em' a lesson
Get my Smith & Wesson and your baby's head off
From watchin bullshit, the T.V. set off
Psycho, and I might go Michael
Say some shit that you might not so
that god that you praise the lord to
Buyin that ticket to the heavens, cant to
back with the New Jack Swing
I dont pray or or those things
Now we got that's rappin bout god ya'll
the lord to me the black oddball
I no joke and my words aint fiction
If you so you can suck my dick then
I like preachers, or prayers, but playaz
Esham the Unholy wicked sayer
with the Slayer, sing if you dare
But just like before I dont
And blame me.

(CHORUS)
Dont blame me (we are of the truth)
blame me (we are searchers of the truth)
Dont me (we are searchers of the truth)
Dont me, the devil made me do it.

Sick in the head, knotty like a
Pump lead 'cause I'd rather be dead
Gimme what you got if you hip you get me
I think my wrist is talking to you you to slit me
and I'm unorthadox
Down with the black sox, on the rocks
You catch me in a jail cell with a wig
I slaughtered me a pig, but you dig
The voices in my head, me to waste ya
Pig Bacon ham sandwich I can taste ya
Everybody lookin for a bible to
We overcome is a bit too much
But you cant touch
Religion is hokus-pokus
Betcha seein god when you
But the day comes and you gotta run for shelter
Now you Hellterskellter
Damn, you gotta off the T.V.
Or dont me.

(CHORUS)
Dont blame me (dont start no now)
blame me (dont start no shit now)
Dont blame me (dont no shit now)
Dont balme me, the devil me do it.