| It’s that raw shit
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| That’ll start a mosh pit
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| Head bangers get to spazzin' out
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| And be like, «Aww shit.»
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| This that war this
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| From the King of Darkness
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| Can’t stop this mob shit
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| Awfully heartless
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| In a minute, toxic, caustic
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| Coulda lost your optic
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| With a millimeter boss
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| Get soft in it
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| Pissed off this mosh pit
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| Einstein, Tech N9ne shines
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| Behind thine rhymes
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| (I'm signed to mine flyin')?
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| To find fine wine
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| I can design lines
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| That’ll get me to climb dimes
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| (Pieces, them fine beetches
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| Never tweet and just grind blind)?
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| Get up out this pit
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| You without sickness
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| Better get in the back of me
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| Before your mouth get split
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| Never look at a killer nigga
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| When you’re on the curb
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| Get to pokin' out
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| With some ladies do
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| Think they man enough
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| With a gun they be through
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| But if Tecca N9na said
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| He (crew)? |
| with it
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| In a blink, I would do
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| A 180 too
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| (We off what we all)?
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| Sick and (frost pit)?
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| Everybody bosses and y’all is
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| NAUSEOUS!
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| Be cautious
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| We all trip and raw
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| It’s brawl til we fall in this mosh pit
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| AWWW SHIT!
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| It’s that raw shit
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| That’ll start a mosh pit
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| Head bangers get to spazzin' out
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| And be like, «Aww shit.»
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| In the middle of nothingness
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| I’m the light in the void
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| Sittin' on big rims, swollen
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| Like they been takin' some 'roids
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| You scared partner
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| Cause you look kinda noyed
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| Like I’m about to put hands on you
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| Like Pretty Boy Floyd
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| I got 'em sick mayne
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| Somebody call a specialist
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| Tell these haters, «Fall back
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| And get up off that extra shit»
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| Who want what with us?
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| You gon' be the next to get
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| Smashed up but your (cuffers)? |
| on it
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| You’lla buy the naked shit
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| Quit acting like what it is is
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| And it’s gon' be
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| And you got no say in this situation
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| It’s all me
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| They know me well from Third World
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| To Zone Three
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| And we gon' take this movement
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| From Long Island to Long Beach
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| Two trill, Wes is on the horizon
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| So when the sun shinin' on us
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| It shouldn’t be so surprisin'
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| You know we plan on you demisin'
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| So playa you gon' be six feet and under
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| While I’m 300 feet and risin',
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| BITCH!
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| (We off what we all)?
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| Sick and (frost pit)?
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| Everybody bosses and y’all is
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| NAUSEOUS!
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| Be cautious
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| We all trip and raw
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| It’s brawl til we fall in this mosh pit
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| AWWW SHIT!
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| It’s that raw shit
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| That’ll start a mosh pit
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| Head bangers get to spazzin' out
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| And be like, «Aww shit.» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Raw Shit , by - Travis Barker. Song from the album Give The Drummer Some, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп