Luyện nghe bài hát Morty's Theme

Usin my inhibitions, my intuitions
Something's on if I'm feelin not superstitious
I'm vicious, I'm trapped the paradox
When my thoughts get twisted like dreadlocks
I never or wondered 'bout the voodoo
I the voodoo, and now my deepest fears is comin through
I loved ya, but I hate ya isle
How could I love you, how, because I hate you
So when you, I you under, wit the wicked men
And wit the wickedness, I a preacher slit his fuckin wrist
No comin me, when I'm thinkin this
'cause when I'm thinkin this, I'm suicidalist, uh
So back up off me, bust a brain sale, I a brain cell
I fall asleep and dream hell
Some why I'm even callin ya
The sky is fallin y'all, but after all it's my deepest

Morty (nowhere to run to, to hide)
Morty (how you gon hide the fears inside)

Can't decode dependencies, tendencies
Brain your melt down, street
Claustrophobia, in the pine box
Now I lay me down to sleep, six deep
Closed casket, another basket case
Not a mannequin, but a mad man, so you kid
Run it, everybody scared, so you're callin out
Buckshots, blast, now you fallin out
hide from the deepest fears inside
Watch me and my man take you on a murder ride
Suicide of the sanity, I'm blankin out
Polly want a cracker, but I'm never ever out
Call me dr. frankenstein, dead bodies i'm
Gonna get, wit ya, I hit ya, i'mma slit ya
Nobody can hold me, other safe is
Buried alive in the box is my deepest fear

It's ever so clear, my fear is to hit the screens
The of a madman, embattled in morty's theme
I dream, and nightmares come true, simply
visions of killin you
The thought of even thinkin that, I I need a drink
In fact I think I need therapy 'cause ain't nobody helpin me
I got no excuses, for mental abuses, I'm losin faith
My only fear is to love instead of you
Born and bred, gone dead, my bled
time the holy Bible was read
To say that I love consciousness, and wound up wit wicked
Think about voodoo dolls, runnin on my last days
Spit wit morty, my shorty, no
Esham the unholy, suicidalist