The Fear

Tell me your deepest fear

Tell me your deepest fear

Losin' my inhibitions

Callin' my intuitions

Somethin's goin' on if I'm feelin'

I'm superstitious,I'm vicious

I'm tryin' decide the paradox

When my thoughts get twisted

Like some dreadlocks

I never ever wondered 'bout the voodoo

I sing the voodoo,

And now my deepest fears is comin' true

I never loved you but I hate you, how,

How could I love you ,how,

Because I hate you now

So wonder,I take you under

With the wickedness

I'll make a preacher slit his fuckin' wrist

No comin' near me when I'm thinkin' is,

Cuz when I'm thinkin' is,

I'm thinkin' suicidalist,uh

So back up off me,bust a brain cell

I bust a brain cell

I fall asleep and dream about hell

Some wonder why I'm even callin' ya'll

The sky is fallin' ya'll

But after all it's my deepest fear

Morty,no where to run to,

No where to hide

Morty,how you gonna hide

From the fears inside?

Chemical dependancies,

Suicidal tendencies

Brain on meltdown,street labotomy

Claustrophobia,locked in a pine box

Now I lay me down to sleep,6 feet deep

Closed casket,just another basket case

Not a maniquin,or the madman,

So you panicin'

Run from me,everybody scared so

You callin' out

Buck shot shot gun blast

Now ya fallin' out

Everybody hide from the deepest fears inside

Watch me and my man Morty

Take you on a murder ride

Suicide,symptoms of insanity

I'm breakin' out probably wanna crack-a

But I'm never ever crackin' out

Call me Dr. Frankenstein

Dead body stinkin',I'm gonna get wit cha',

When I hit cha',I'm a slit cha'

Nobody can hold me I'm as safe as clear

Buried alive in the pine box

Is my deepest fear...

Morty's coming...

It's ever so clear,my deepest fear

Is to hear the screams

The sounds of a madman

Embottled in Morty's theme

My dream and nightmares come true,simply voodoo

Halucinate and 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,born dead

My mind bled everytime the holy Bible was read

Instead I lost conciousness and wound up with wicked ways

Thinkin' 'bout voodoo dolls

Runnin' wild my last days

Spent with Morty,my shorty

No ventriliquist

Esham, the unholy

Straight suicidalist