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

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

Can't decode dependencies, tendencies
your melt down, street lobotomy
Claustrophobia, locked in the box
Now I lay me down to sleep, six feet
Closed casket, just another case
Not a mannequin, but a mad man, so you kid
Run from it, scared, so you're callin out
Buckshots, shotgun blast, now you out
Everybody hide from the deepest fears
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 thinkin i'm
Gonna get, wit ya, I hit ya, i'mma slit ya
Nobody can hold me, other safe is
alive in the pine box is my deepest fear

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