Artist: Project Born f/ Esham Album: Born Dead Song: Losin It Typed by: alcatrazzmania@yahoo.com [Intro: Esham] 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 [Verse 1: Nitty] 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 niggaz, and you fucking hoes I draw down 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 principle 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 niggaz meet the sawed-off Some niggaz 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 [Chorus 4x: Half Pint and Esham] I'm losing it man I think I'm losing it [I'm losing it] [Verse 2: Esham] 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 fucking I be the black devil unholy Esham Having flashbacks of how I shot Uncle Tom I'm losing it nigga Chorus 4x [Verse 3: Half Pint] For many many years I tryed 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 cry 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 B-A-I-??? M-A-N 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 is a earns 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 Chorus 8x [Outro: Esham] Yo what's up this is Project Born and Esham And we done lost that shit