[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 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
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 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
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