Losin' It - Project Born, Esham the Unholy

Yo what’s up?

This is Esham The Unholy

And I’m in the motherfucking house with Mr. Nitty and Little Half Pint

And Project Born is in this motherfucker

I’m losing it, I think my mind is in a fucking rage

Cause when I’m killing hoes I’m tense slow wit my mental stage

I keeps the candles burning every night I lay to rest

And slit my wrist because I had to have a blood test

I’m killing bitches, punk-ass niggas, and you fucking hoes

I draw dat first blood so consider me the Rambo

Cause new jack is back in the city I’m packing em up to heaven

Kill 56 now Wesley Snipes is Passenger 57

I got my mind off in some filthy shit and dirty shit

My counselor tells my mother «yo son is a lunatic»

I cut her throat then watched her scream as her body burns

And look my mother in the face and tell her yo turn

I left the scene and there was two mo bodies layin dead

«We want Nitty dead» was all the fucking papers read

But that’s a joke cause this maniac is on the loose

And when I’m creepin all I’m seeking is my trigger juice

So take the lesson, learn your motherfucking principles

I got no mind so you know Frank Nit’s invincible

I think of no one else except my son and damn self

That’s why three years ago I put my brain up on the shelf

Cause I’m so heartless I’m bound to run my own section

I look at mirrors and I come up wit no damn reflection

I’m still hallucinating about the fucking murder scenes

Dropped in a straight jacket at the age of eighteen

I’m thinking damn will I ever get my mind back?

My folks keep telling me a maniac’s a maniac

I tell my story but you hoes just don’t know who I am

A fucking menace in bloodsport the black Van Damme

I’ll get you motherfuckers screaming when you hit the paint

You ain’t from New Orleans so bitch don’t try and play a saint

Because I got your fucking mother hanging from a string

And if she go to talking shit she catching sixteen

Cause I get violent I want silence when I’m in the room

Straight out the ‘jects, Frank Nitty’s temple of the doom

I’m checking coffins cause this lifeless nigga’s gonna give

And like I said on the untouchables the dead lives

You kill a bitch, you kill a bitch, and now I kill a bitch

It’s time for ceremonies fuck that shit just dig the ditch

Because I told you hoes to never try and fuck with me

I’m running shit down in fucking nineteen-nitty-three

Cause when I’m gone off, You niggas meet the sawed-off

Some niggas crawled away, But most of them were hauled off

Up in plastic, So you know this nigga’s cruising it

But I say fuck you hoes and laugh because I’m losing it

I’m losing it man I think I’m losing it

I’m losing it, Tell me if my mind’s gone

Tell me if my mind’s blown, Man, I think your mind’s blown

Man I need some therapy but ain’t nobody helping me

Come and meet the killer inside me killer inside me now you see

I gotta get my head together get it together pull it apart

If I put my finger on the trigger then the bullet’ll start

My luck my luck is hard hard luck so I’m lucking

I’m down wit hard lucking I don’t give a fuck and

I be the black devil unholy Esham

Having flashbacks of how I shot Uncle Tom

I’m losing it nigga

For many many years I tried to run but I can’t hide no mo

My mind is eagerly anticipating for some murder ho

Shank after motherfucking shank is what I’m all about

Diary of a madman so hear me as I take em out

Puff after motherfucking puff as I be smoking fry

No one knows a madman so look a killer in his eye

Take me out my misery I’m dropping deeper to my knees

Judgment day is coming, Keep my finger on that lemon squeeze

V-I-O-L-E-N-T ???, bitch

F-T-I-C-K no reaching for no panic switch

Life is kinda hard to swallow so I eat it bit by bit

Must don’t know who they fucking wit, They fucking wit a lunatic

Deep inside my mind I light a candle life is meditating

Never ever gang related still I stay premeditated

Mentally disturbed my mind don’t click I think I wanna die

I can’t live my life in pain don’t lay my shit up in the light

Confused got me livid so I guess I got nowhere to turn

Bitches on these nuts because they want the fucking ends I earn

People tell me give it up that my life is a fucking waste

What them bitches don’t know is that Flint Michigan’s a lonely place

Visions in my head gotta hunt em all across the nation

Deep up in a straight jacket suffering from the medication

Lost in my mind trying to find me a peace of mind

I’m out my fucking mind but still I got my fucking .9

Basically hit got me mixed in this fuck shit

Hop out the ghetto keep me labelled as a lunatic

How will I live?

I don’t know that’s a tough decision

Lock me in institutions and send my black ass to prison

This is my life nigga but don’t put no blues in it

Like the money in my pocket bitch I’m losing it

Yo what’s up this is Project Born and Esham

And we done lost that shit