[Chorus]
Damn
Can you blame me?
Complainin' that I'm a dickhead but you made me this way
You said you loved me, but then you went and played me
You showed me what it's like to be a victim in pain

[Verse 1]
I call the devil up and told him that I got next, fuck the context
Give respect to the dog like a Vietnam Vet
Bomb threats ain't a threat 'cause I got napalm breath
Hotter than a thottie inside of her mom's prom dress (Damn)
Ah yes, she wanna party with the best (Uh-huh)
Got Bacardi in her left and shе gon' party 'till she dead
A count of cardiac arrest, carotid cloggin' from thе stress
Until the artery combusted while I'm bustin' on her chest
Uh, damn, but I ain't honerin' the death (Nah)
Did me dirty and I guess she wasn't worthy of a breath (I guess)
Yeah I know I'm fucked up but still my momma did her best
I'm just a flower that was planted in the garden of revenge (Damn)

[Chorus]
So can you blame me?
Complainin' that I'm a dickhead but you made me this way
You said you loved me, but then you went and played me
You showed me what it's like to be a victim in pain

[Verse 2]
You told me that I sold out and all my music has changed
'Cause I'm sellin' records now, it wasn't back in the day
It's strange how these fans claim that way back in the day
They love the music more than now but weren't supporting my name
How you expect a grown man to be somebody you relate to?
You still a little bitch, takin' food off of my table
I was able to maintain that image for a little while
But if I did it now, you'd tell me "Grow up, get out the cradle" (Wahh)
You're never grateful and thankfully I see that now
Since you ain't happy, it's your mission just to bring me down
And have the caliber to gun it when you see me 'round
You better keep that same energy and beat me down (Pussies)
Homie listen, this shit ain't a game (It ain't)
And I ain't like these other artists who just slipped in their lane
Shit I paved my own path for you to shit on my name (Uh-huh)
Because you didn't like this song will you get you hit in the face
Dog you're just itchin' to say I'm not the same as I used to be
Usually I take it to heart but you're just confusin' me (Huh?)
'Cause how the fuck would I improve the music (How?)
If I choose to be the person who I was when all you fuckers chose to snooze on me
[Chorus]
Uh, so can you blame me?
Complainin' that I changed, but you made it this way
You said you loved it, but then you never played me
You show me what it's like to be a artist today