The Fear Lyrics - Detroit Dogshit - Esham

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, 

'cause 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 

'cause 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 

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