[Esham]
Usin my inhibitions, callin my intuitions
Something`s goin on if I`m feelin not superstitious
I`m vicious, I`m trapped inside the paradox
When my thoughts get twisted like some dreadlocks
I never or ever wondered `bout the Voodoo
I sing the Voodoo, and now my deepest fears is comin through
I never loved ya, but I hate ya Isle
How could I love you, how, because I hate you know
So when you, I take you under, wit the wicked men
And wit the wickedness, I make a preacher slit his fuckin wrist
No comin near me, when I`m thinkin this
Cuz when I`m thinkin this, I`m thinkin suicidalist, uh
So back up off me, bust a brain sale, I bust a brain cell
I fall asleep and dream about hell
Some wonder why I`m even callin ya
The sky is fallin y`all, but after all it`s my deepest feeling
[Chorus]
Morty (nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide)
Morty (how you gon hide from the fears inside)
[Esham]
Can`t decode dependencies, suicidal tendencies
Brain your melt down, street lobotomy
Claustrophobia, locked in the pine box
Now I lay me down to sleep, six feet deep
Closed Casket, just another basket case
Not a mannequin, but a mad man, so you panic kid
Run from it, everybody scared, so you`re callin out
Buckshots, shotgun blast, now you fallin out
Everybody hide from the deepest fears inside
Watch me and my man Morty take you on a murder ride
Suicide symptoms of the sanity, I`m blankin out
Polly want a cracker, but I`m never ever crankin out
Call me Dr. Frankenstein, dead bodies thinkin I`m
Gonna get, wit ya, when I hit ya, I`mma slit ya
Nobody can hold me, other safe is clear
Buried alive in the pine box is my deepest fear
[Chorus]
[Esham]
It`s ever so clear, my deepest fear is to hit the screens
The sounds of a madman, embattled in Morty`s Theme
I dream, and nightmares come true, simply voodoo
Hallucinatin visions of killin you
The thought of even thinkin that, I think I need a drink
In fact I think I need some therapy cuz ain`t nobody helpin me
Since I got no excuses, for mental abuses, I`m losin faith
My only fear is to love instead of hate you
Born and bred, gone dead, my mind bled
Every time the Holy Bible was read
To say that I love consciousness, and wound up wit wicked ways
Think about Voodoo dolls, runnin wild on my last days
Spit wit Morty, my shorty, no ventriloquist
Esham the Unholy, straight suicidalist
[Chorus]
