Morty's Theme - 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

Morty (nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide)

Morty (how you gon hide from the fears inside)

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

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