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