Interpret:

Travis Barker

Album:

Give the Drummer Some

It's that raw shit
That'll start a mosh pit
Head bangers get to spazzin' out
And be like, "Aww shit."
[x4]


This that war tihs
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
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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."


[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/raw-shit-lyrics-travis-barker.html ]


[x4]


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."
[x4]