Morty`s Theme

[Esham]<br>Usin my inhibitions, callin my intuitions<br>Something`s goin on if I`m feelin not superstitious<br>I`m vicious, I`m trapped inside the paradox<br>When my thoughts get twisted like some dreadlocks<br>I never or ever wondered `bout the Voodoo<br>I sing the Voodoo, and now my deepest fears is comin through<br>I never loved ya, but I hate ya Isle<br>How could I love you, how, because I hate you know<br>So when you, I take you under, wit the wicked men<br>And wit the wickedness, I make a preacher slit his fuckin wrist<br>No comin near me, when I`m thinkin this<br>Cuz when I`m thinkin this, I`m thinkin suicidalist, uh<br>So back up off me, bust a brain sale, I bust a brain cell<br>I fall asleep and dream about hell<br>Some wonder why I`m even callin ya<br>The sky is fallin y`all, but after all it`s my deepest feeling<br><br>[Chorus]<br>Morty (nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide)<br>Morty (how you gon hide from the fears inside)<br><br>[Esham]<br>Can`t decode dependencies, suicidal tendencies<br>Brain your melt down, street lobotomy<br>Claustrophobia, locked in the pine box<br>Now I lay me down to sleep, six feet deep<br>Closed Casket, just another basket case<br>Not a mannequin, but a mad man, so you panic kid<br>Run from it, everybody scared, so you`re callin out<br>Buckshots, shotgun blast, now you fallin out<br>Everybody hide from the deepest fears inside<br>Watch me and my man Morty take you on a murder ride<br>Suicide symptoms of the sanity, I`m blankin out<br>Polly want a cracker, but I`m never ever crankin out<br>Call me Dr. Frankenstein, dead bodies thinkin I`m<br>Gonna get, wit ya, when I hit ya, I`mma slit ya<br>Nobody can hold me, other safe is clear<br>Buried alive in the pine box is my deepest fear<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Esham]<br>It`s ever so clear, my deepest fear is to hit the screens<br>The sounds of a madman, embattled in Morty`s Theme<br>I dream, and nightmares come true, simply voodoo<br>Hallucinatin visions of killin you<br>The thought of even thinkin that, I think I need a drink<br>In fact I think I need some therapy cuz ain`t nobody helpin me<br>Since I got no excuses, for mental abuses, I`m losin faith<br>My only fear is to love instead of hate you<br>Born and bred, gone dead, my mind bled<br>Every time the Holy Bible was read<br>To say that I love consciousness, and wound up wit wicked ways<br>Think about Voodoo dolls, runnin wild on my last days<br>Spit wit Morty, my shorty, no ventriloquist<br>Esham the Unholy, straight suicidalist<br><br>[Chorus]