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