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)

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]

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]


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    General CommentEshams best song.... i love this song... esham needs more credit... he taught kid rock eminem and icp what they know but few know of him....
    NOFXJuggaloGirgoon June 03, 2002   Link
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    Lyric Correctioncorrected as best i could..


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    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 true
    I never loved ya, but I hate ya ???
    How could I love you, how, because I hate you know
    it's no wonder, I take you under with the wickedness
    And with 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 cell, I bust a brain cell
    I fall asleep and dream about hell
    Some wonder why I'm even callin ya'll
    The sky is fallin y'all, but after all it's my deepest fear

    [Chorus]
    Morty (nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide)
    Morty (how you gon hide from the fears inside)

    chemical dependencies, suicidal tendencies
    Brain don't 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 ya panickin'
    Run from it, everybody's scared, so you're callin out

    Buckshots, shotgun blast, now you fallin, now
    Everybody hide from their deepest fears inside
    Watch me and my man Morty take you on a murder ride
    Suicide symptoms of insanity, I'm blankin out
    Polly want a cracker, but I'm never ever crackin now
    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, i'm a ??? clear
    Buried alive in the pine box is my deepest fear

    [Chorus]

    It's ever so clear, my deepest fear is to hear the screams
    The sounds of a madman, embottled 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, born dead, my mind bled
    Every time the Holy Bible was read
    To said that I lost consciousness, and wound up wit wicked ways
    Thinkin about Voodoo dolls, runnin wild on my last days
    Spent with Morty, my shorty, no ventriloquist
    Esham the Unholy, straight suicidalist

    [Chorus]
    o2akon July 11, 2010   Link

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