Esham - Morty's Theme (Fear) lyrics

[VERSE 1] Losing my inhibitions Call it my intuitions Something's going on if I'm feeling not superstitious I'm vicious I'm trapped inside the paradox Where my thoughts get twisted like some dreadlocks I never, or ever wondered about the voodoo I sing the voodoo And now my deepest fears is coming true I never loved you but I hate you, oww How could I love you how Because I hate you now So wonder I'll take you under with the Wicketness And with the Wicketness I'll make a preacher slit his f**ing wrist No coming near me when I'm thinking this Cause when I'm thinking this I'm thinking Suicidalist, uhh So back up off me, bust a brain cell I bust a brain cell I fall asleep and dream about Hell Some wonder why I'm even calling ya'll The sky is falling ya'll But after all is my deepest fear [HOOK] Morty (nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide) Morty (how you going to hide from the fears inside) [VERSE 2] Chemical dependency Suicidal tendencies Brain on melt down Street lobotomy Claustrophobia Locked in a 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're panicking Run from it Everybody scared, so you're calling out Buckshot, shotgun blast Now you're falling out Everybody hide from the deepest fears inside Watch me and my man Morty take you on a Murdaride Suicide, Symptoms of Insanity I'm blacking out Polly want a cracker but I'm never ever cracking out Call me Dr. Frankenstein Dead bodies stinking, I'm Gonna get with you When I hit you I'm going to slit you Nobody can hold me I'm going to say this clear Buried alive in a pine box is my deepest fear [HOOK] [VERSE 3] It's ever so clear My deepest fear is to hear the screams The sounds of a madman Embodied in Morty's Theme I dream And nightmares come true, simply voodoo Hallucinating visions of k**ing you The thought of even thinking that I think I need a shrink In fact I think I need some Therapy Cause ain't nobody helping me Since I got no excuses for mental abuses I'm losing faith My only fear is to love instead of hate you Born and bred Born dead My mind bled Every time the Holy Bible was read Instead I lost consciousness And wound up with wicket ways Think about voodoo dolls Running wild, my last days Spent with Morty, my shorty No ventriloquist Esham the Unholy Straight Suicidalist [HOOK]