Blame It on Me

If your son is off his rocker
You can blame it on me
If your daughter’s smokin' rock up
You can blame it on me
If your pops is in the lock-up
You can blame it on me
Blame it on me, blame it all on me
If there’s monsters in the closet
You can blame it on me
If there’s shadows on the wall
You can blame it on me
When the knife is in your hands
Soaked in blood right where you stand
You gonna look into your soul and see me
Bow down!
Nihilist
Mad scientist
Popped out mamas pussy with an iron fist
Violent, please don’t rile this cage
Me and Blade slay with the same blade
Murder murder, defer to the man speakin'
Cold blooded killer, I went murkin' last weekend
Back breaking work digging that dirt from the ground
But my shovel is my buddy like an axe to a clown
Hellfire rioter, get 'em in and tie 'em up
Liquid metal terminator about to fucking light 'em up
Now you clucking like a chicken, pissin' on your legs
Sounding pretty different from what you was posting on my page
White devil, black chrome — send 'em home
In a box, let 'em rot. you are not alone
Watch it blow as I assassinate this bastard race of clones
Taking over the globe
If your son is off his rocker
You can blame it on me
If your daughter’s smokin' rock up
You can blame it on me
If your pops is in the lock-up
You can blame it on me
Blame it on me, blame it all on me
If there’s monsters in the closet
You can blame it on me
If there’s shadows on the wall
You can blame it on me
When the knife is in your hands
Soaked in blood right where you stand
You gonna look into your soul and see me
Bow down!
Fuck the mainstream, this is cult rap
This that toe tag, hang you on my coat rack
This that cold black soul, incomplete like four pack (let the 44 clap)
Just to let 'em know I ain’t fucking around, you better roll jack
I’m bugging out on the crowd, you get your throat slashed
So fast you ain’t even see it comin'
Blood is runnin' now you won’t last, slugs I’m dumpin' stop for no man
Yeah I’m fucking up the program
Cutting up them bodies playing slow jams like a horny old man
You better get me commited
I’m a danger to the world around me
Shifting through the prism
In a prison of these dark thoughts, wallowing in rage
Hallowed by thy name. swallowing grenades
Pick your bones clean
With enough meat to feed my whole team for days
You best put me back in the grave
If your son is off his rocker
You can blame it on me
If your daughter’s smokin' rock up
You can blame it on me
If your pops is in the lock-up
You can blame it on me
Blame it on me, blame it all on me
If there’s monsters in the closet
You can blame it on me
If there’s shadows on the wall
You can blame it on me
When the knife is in your hands
Soaked in blood right where you stand
You gonna look into your soul and see me
Bow down!