Luyện nghe bài hát Morty's Theme

Usin my inhibitions, callin my
Something's on if I'm feelin not superstitious
I'm vicious, I'm inside the paradox
When my thoughts get twisted some dreadlocks
I never or ever 'bout the voodoo
I sing the voodoo, and now my deepest fears is 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 slit his fuckin
No comin near me, when I'm thinkin
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 asleep and dream hell
Some why I'm even callin ya
The sky is fallin y'all, but all it's my deepest feeling

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

Can't decode dependencies, tendencies
Brain melt down, street lobotomy
Claustrophobia, in the pine box
Now I lay me down to sleep, six deep
Closed casket, just basket case
Not a mannequin, but a mad man, so you kid
Run from it, everybody scared, so callin out
Buckshots, blast, now you fallin out
Everybody hide the deepest fears inside
Watch me and my man morty take you on a murder
symptoms 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 pine box is my deepest

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