Raw Shit

This that raw shit
That'll start a mosh pit
Head bangers get to spazzin' out
And be like, "Aw shit"

This that raw shit
That'll start a mosh pit
Head bangers get to spazzin' out
And be like, "Aw shit"

This that raw shit
That'll start a mosh pit
Head bangers get to spazzin' out
And be like, "Aw shit"

This that raw shit
That'll start a mosh pit
Head bangers get to spazzin' out
And be like, "Aw shit"

This that off ish from the King of Darkness
Can't stop this mob shit, awfully heartless
In a minute, toxic, caustic, coulda lost your optic
With a millimeter boss get soft in it, pissed off this mosh pit

Einstein, Tech N9ne shines behind thine rhymes
I'm signed to mine flyin' to find fine wine
I can design lines that'll get me to climb dimes
Pieces, them fine beats that never tweet, just grind blind

Get up out this pit, filled with toxicness
Better get in the back of me before your mouth get split
Never look at a killer nigga when you're on the curb
Beggin' like you tougher than fur

Get to pokin' out with some ladies do
Think they man enough with a gun they be through
But if Tech N9ne said he could with it
In a blink, I would do a 180 too

We off what we all, sick and frosted
Everybody bosses and y'all is nauseous
Be cautious, we all trip and raw
It's brawl til we fall in this mosh pit, aw shit

This that raw shit
That'll start a mosh pit
Head bangers get to spazzin' out
And be like, "Aw shit"

This that raw shit
That'll start a mosh pit
Head bangers get to spazzin' out
And be like, "Aw shit"

This that raw shit
That'll start a mosh pit
Head bangers get to spazzin' out
And be like, "Aw shit"

This that raw shit
That'll start a mosh pit
Head bangers get to spazzin' out
And be like, "Aw shit"

In the middle of nothingness, I'm the light in the void
Sittin' on big rims, swollen like they been takin' some 'roids
You scared partner 'cause you look kinda noyed
Like I'm about to put hands on you like Pretty Boy Floyd

I got 'em sick mayne, somebody call a specialist
Tell these haters, "Fall back and get up off that extra shit"
Who won't walk with us? You gon' be the next to get
Smashed up by your coffers, you'll be off your neck and shit

Quit acting like what it is is and it's gon' be
And you got no say in this situation, it's all me
They know me well from Third Ward to Zone Three
And we gon' take this movement from Long Island to Long B

Two trill, Wes is on the horizon
So when the sun shinin' on us it shouldn't be so surprisin'
You know we plan on you demisin'
So playa you gon' be six feet under
While I'm 300 feet and risin', bitch

We off what we all, sick and frosted
Everybody bosses and y'all is nauseous
Be cautious, we all trip and raw
It's brawl til we fall in this mosh pit, aw shit

This that raw shit
That'll start a mosh pit
Head bangers get to spazzin' out
And be like, "Aw shit"

This that raw shit
That'll start a mosh pit
Head bangers get to spazzin' out
And be like, "Aw shit"

This that raw shit
That'll start a mosh pit
Head bangers get to spazzin' out
And be like, "Aw shit"

This that raw shit
That'll start a mosh pit
Head bangers get to spazzin' out
And be like, "Aw shit"

This that raw shit
Raw shit, raw shit
Raw shit, raw shit
Raw shit, raw shit



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Writer(s): Bernard Freeman, Travis Barker, Allan Grigg, Aaron Yates
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