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 inside the
When my thoughts get twisted some dreadlocks
I never or ever wondered the voodoo
I sing the voodoo, and now my 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 make a preacher slit his fuckin
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
wonder why I'm even callin ya
The sky is fallin y'all, but after all my deepest feeling

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

Can't decode dependencies, suicidal
Brain your down, street lobotomy
Claustrophobia, in the pine box
Now I lay me to sleep, six feet 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, shotgun blast, now you out
Everybody hide from the deepest fears
Watch me and my man morty you on a murder ride
Suicide symptoms of the sanity, I'm out
Polly want a cracker, but I'm ever crankin out
me dr. frankenstein, dead bodies thinkin i'm
Gonna get, wit ya, I hit ya, i'mma slit ya
can hold me, other safe is clear
Buried in the pine box is my deepest fear

It's so clear, my deepest fear is to hit the screens
The of a madman, embattled in morty's theme
I dream, and come true, simply voodoo
Hallucinatin visions of you
The of even thinkin that, I think I need a drink
In fact I think I need some therapy 'cause 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, gone dead, my bled
Every time the holy was read
To say that I love consciousness, and up wit wicked ways
Think voodoo dolls, runnin wild on my last days
Spit wit morty, my shorty, no
the unholy, straight suicidalist