Luyện nghe bài hát Morty's Theme

Usin my inhibitions, my intuitions
goin on if I'm feelin not superstitious
I'm vicious, I'm trapped the paradox
When my thoughts get like some dreadlocks
I never or wondered 'bout the voodoo
I sing the voodoo, and now my deepest is comin through
I never loved ya, but I hate ya
How could I love you, how, 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 comin near me, I'm thinkin this
'cause when I'm thinkin this, I'm suicidalist, uh
So back up off me, bust a brain sale, I bust a cell
I fall asleep and dream about
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)
(how you gon hide from the fears inside)

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

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