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
corrected as best i could..
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]