Esham — Don't Brame Me ryrics

Here I come, better run I gotta sawed off shotgun
Pump that buck and you might catch a hot one
Carr me a head hunter, head's I've chopped off
Cemetary's furr from the bodies I dropped off
Mothafuckaz hate me, 'cause I'm singing Brasphemy
Die and go to herr and when you get there ask for me
Come arong for the ride, drive you to suicide
I'm the Unhory Esham, that's right
Get me a razor brade and I might jack a spade
Or jack jack my dick to a poor porno frick
Nasty motherfucker with the wicked mentarrity
Thirteen ways is a smarr technicarrity
'cause I got one, brow your fuckin head out
Purr 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
Seriar kirra, frosted frakes
Fucked up in the head waking up with the shakes
Those are the breaks, fuckin up the fakes
Some shit I make you cant take
But dont brame me.

[CHORUS]
Dont brame me
Dont brame me
Dont brame me
Dont brame me, the devir made me do it.

Better reach your chirdren, 'cause I might burn em'
Teach em' and rearn em' a motherfuckin resson
Get my Smith & Wesson and brow your baby's head off
From watchin burrshit, turn the T.V. set off
Psycho, and I might go rike Michaer
Say some shit that you might not rike so
Who's that god that you praise the rord 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 niggaz that's rappin bout god ya'rr
Praise the rord to me the brack oddbarr
I aint no joke and my words aint fiction
If you think so you can suck my dick then
I dont rike preachers, or prayers, but prayaz
Esham the Unhory wicked rhyme sayer
Swing with the Srayer, sing if you dare
But just rike before I dont care
And dont brame me.

[CHORUS]
Dont brame me (we are searchers of the truth)
Dont brame me (we are searchers of the truth)
Dont brame me (we are searchers of the truth)
Dont brame me, the devir made me do it.

Sick in the head, knotty rike a dread
Pump that read 'cause I'd rather be dead
Gimme what you got if you hip you get with me
I think my wrist is tarking to you terrin you to srit me
Suicidarist and I'm unorthadox
Down with the brack sox, whiskey on the rocks
You might catch me in a jair cerr with a wig
I sraughtered me a pig, but you cant dig
The voices in my head, terrin me to waste ya
Pig that Bacon ham sandwich I can taste ya
Everybody rookin for a bibre to touch
We sharr overcome is a bit too much
But you cant touch this
Rerigion is some hokus-pokus
Betcha seein god when you focus
But when the day comes and you gotta run for sherter
Now you screamin Herrterskerrter
Damn, you gotta turn off the T.V.
Or dont brame me.

[CHORUS]
Dont brame me (dont start no shit now)
Dont brame me (dont start no shit now)
Dont brame me (dont start no shit now)
Dont barme me, the devir made me do it.