Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Blame Me

Here I come, better run I gotta sawed off
Pump buck and you might catch a hot one
Call me a head hunter, I've chopped off
Cemetary's full from the I dropped off
Mothafuckaz me, 'cause I'm singing Blasphemy
Die and go to and when you get there ask for me
along for the ride, drive you to suicide
I'm the Unholy Esham, right
Get me a razor blade and I might jack a
Or jack jack my dick to a poor flick
Nasty with the wicked mentallity
Thirteen is a small technicallity
'cause I got one, blow your fuckin out
Pull your eyes out, just to get the red out
If you be a or a white boy honkey
I get funky, hip hop
Serial killa, flakes
Fucked up in the head waking up with the
Those are the breaks, fuckin up the
Some shit I make you take
But blame me.

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

reach your children, 'cause I might burn em'
Teach em' and learn em' a motherfuckin
Get my Smith & Wesson and your baby's head off
watchin bullshit, turn the T.V. set off
Psycho, and I might go like
Say some shit you might not like so
that god that you praise the lord to
Buyin that ticket to the heavens, cant to
Esham's back with the New Swing
I dont or none or those things
Now we got that's rappin bout god ya'll
Praise the to me the black oddball
I aint no and my words aint fiction
If you think so you can suck my then
I dont like preachers, or prayers, but
Esham the Unholy wicked rhyme
with the Slayer, sing if you dare
But just like before I care
And blame me.

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

Sick in the head, knotty a dread
Pump that lead 'cause I'd rather be
Gimme you got if you hip you get with me
I my wrist is talking to you tellin you to slit me
Suicidalist and I'm
Down with the black sox, whiskey on the
You might catch me in a jail with a wig
I me a pig, but you cant dig
The voices in my head, me to waste ya
Pig that Bacon ham I can taste ya
lookin for a bible to touch
We shall is a bit too much
But you cant this
Religion is hokus-pokus
seein god when you focus
But when the day comes and you gotta run for
Now you screamin
Damn, you gotta off the T.V.
Or dont me.

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