Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Raw Shit, artist - Travis Barker. Album song Give The Drummer Some, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope
Song language: English
Raw Shit |
It’s that raw shit |
That’ll start a mosh pit |
Head bangers get to spazzin' out |
And be like, «Aww shit.» |
This that war this |
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 beetches |
Never tweet and just grind blind)? |
Get up out this pit |
You without sickness |
Better get in the back of me |
Before your mouth get split |
Never look at a killer nigga |
When you’re on the curb |
Get to pokin' out |
With some ladies do |
Think they man enough |
With a gun they be through |
But if Tecca N9na said |
He (crew)? |
with it |
In a blink, I would do |
A 180 too |
(We off what we all)? |
Sick and (frost pit)? |
Everybody bosses and y’all is |
NAUSEOUS! |
Be cautious |
We all trip and raw |
It’s brawl til we fall in this mosh pit |
AWWW SHIT! |
It’s that raw shit |
That’ll start a mosh pit |
Head bangers get to spazzin' out |
And be like, «Aww 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 want what with us? |
You gon' be the next to get |
Smashed up but your (cuffers)? |
on it |
You’lla buy the naked 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 World |
To Zone Three |
And we gon' take this movement |
From Long Island to Long Beach |
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 and under |
While I’m 300 feet and risin', |
BITCH! |
(We off what we all)? |
Sick and (frost pit)? |
Everybody bosses and y’all is |
NAUSEOUS! |
Be cautious |
We all trip and raw |
It’s brawl til we fall in this mosh pit |
AWWW SHIT! |
It’s that raw shit |
That’ll start a mosh pit |
Head bangers get to spazzin' out |
And be like, «Aww shit.» |