Usin my inhibitions, callin my Something's goin on if I'm feelin not I'm vicious, I'm trapped inside the When my thoughts get twisted like dreadlocks I never or wondered 'bout the voodoo I sing the voodoo, and now my fears is comin through I loved ya, but I hate ya isle How could I you, how, because I hate you know So when you, I you under, wit the wicked men And wit the wickedness, I make a preacher his fuckin wrist No near me, when I'm thinkin this when I'm thinkin this, I'm thinkin suicidalist, uh So back up off me, bust a brain sale, I bust a brain I fall and dream about 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 from the fears inside)
Can't decode dependencies, tendencies Brain your down, street lobotomy Claustrophobia, locked in the box Now I lay me down to sleep, six deep Closed casket, just another case Not a mannequin, but a mad man, so you kid Run it, everybody scared, so you're callin out Buckshots, shotgun blast, now you out Everybody hide the deepest fears inside me and my man morty take you on a murder ride Suicide of the sanity, I'm blankin out want a cracker, but I'm never ever crankin out Call me dr. frankenstein, dead bodies i'm get, wit ya, when I hit ya, i'mma slit ya Nobody can hold me, other safe is Buried alive in the pine box is my fear
It's so clear, my deepest fear is to hit the screens The sounds of a madman, embattled in morty's I dream, and nightmares come true, simply Hallucinatin of killin you The thought of even that, I think I need a drink In fact I think I some therapy 'cause ain't nobody helpin me Since I got no excuses, for mental abuses, I'm faith My only is to love instead of hate you Born and bred, dead, my mind bled Every the holy Bible was read To say that I consciousness, and wound up wit wicked ways about voodoo dolls, runnin wild on my last days Spit wit morty, my shorty, no Esham the unholy, suicidalist