Raw Shit

[Chorus: Bun B]

This that raw shit that'll start a mosh pit

Head bangers get to spazzin' out and be like "aww shit"

This that raw shit that'll start a mosh pit

Head bangers get to spazzin' out and be like "aww shit"

This that raw shit that'll start a mosh pit

Head bangers get to spazzin' out and be like "aww shit"

This that raw shit that'll start a mosh pit

Head bangers get to spazzin' out and be like "aww shit"

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]

This that off ish from the King of Darkness

Can't stop this mob shit awfully heartless

Elemental toxic caustic could have 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 it, just grind blind

Get up out this pit, if you without sickness

Better get in the back of me 'fore your mouth get split

Never look at a killer nigga when you're on the curb

Bangin' like you tougher, softer than fur

Get to pokin' out now with some ladies do

Think they man enough with a gun they be through

But if Tecca N9na said he coo with it

In a blink, I would do a 180 too

[Pre-Chorus: Tech N9ne]

We off what we off, sick and frosted

Everybody bosses and y'all is nauseous!

Be cautious we all trippin' balls it's

Raw 'til we fall in this mosh pit

Aww shit!

[Chorus: Bun B]

This that raw shit that'll start a mosh pit

Head bangers get to spazzin' out and be like "aww shit"

This that raw shit that'll start a mosh pit

Head bangers get to spazzin' out and be like "aww shit"

This that raw shit that'll start a mosh pit

Head bangers get to spazzin' out and be like "aww shit"

This that raw shit that'll start a mosh pit

Head bangers get to spazzin' out and be like "aww shit"

[Verse 2: Bun B]

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 out your comfort zone and yoked up by your neck in shit

Quit acting like what it is is and it's gon' be

And you got no say in this situation it's on me

They know me well from Third Ward to Zone Three

And we gon' take this movement from Long Island to Long Beach

Too trill, Wes is on the horizon

So when the sun shinin' on us it shouldn't be so surprisin'

You know we plan on your demise so playa

You gon' be six feet under while I'm 300 feet and risin' bitch

[Pre-Chorus: Tech N9ne]

We off what we off sick and frosted

Everybody bosses and y'all is nauseous!

Be cautious we all trippin' balls it's

Raw 'til we fall in this mosh pit

Aww shit!

[Chorus: Bun B]

This that raw shit that'll start a mosh pit

Head bangers get to spazzin' out and be like "aww shit"

This that raw shit that'll start a mosh pit

Head bangers get to spazzin' out and be like "aww shit"

This that raw shit that'll start a mosh pit

Head bangers get to spazzin' out and be like "aww shit"

This that raw shit that'll start a mosh pit

Head bangers get to spazzin' out and be like "aww shit"