Lyrics

[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 [Chorus] Don't blame me Don't blame me Don't blame me Don't blame me, the devil made me do it [Verse 2] 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 old jack swing I don't pray or none or those things Now we got niggas that's rappin' 'bout god ya'll Praise the lord to me the black eyeball 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 playas Esham the Unholy wicked rhymesayer 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 [Verse 3] Sick in the head, naughty 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 talkin' 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 TV Or don't blame me [Chorus] Don't blame me (Don't start no shit now) Don't blame me (Don't start no shit now) Don't blame me (Don't start no shit now) Don't balme me, the devil made me do it