Luyện nghe bài hát Morty's Theme

Usin my inhibitions, my intuitions
Something's goin on if I'm feelin not
I'm vicious, I'm inside the paradox
When my get twisted like some dreadlocks
I or ever 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, because I hate you
So when you, I you under, wit the wicked men
And wit the wickedness, I a preacher slit his fuckin wrist
No comin near me, when I'm this
when I'm thinkin this, I'm thinkin suicidalist, uh
So up off me, bust a brain sale, I bust a brain cell
I fall and dream 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 from the fears inside)

Can't dependencies, suicidal tendencies
Brain your melt down, lobotomy
Claustrophobia, in the pine box
Now I lay me to sleep, six feet deep
Closed casket, just 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 from the deepest fears inside
me and my man morty take you on a murder ride
Suicide symptoms of the sanity, I'm out
Polly want a cracker, but I'm never ever out
Call me dr. frankenstein, dead thinkin i'm
Gonna get, wit ya, when I hit ya, slit ya
Nobody can me, other safe is clear
Buried in the pine box is my deepest fear

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