Raw Shit Lyrics - Tech N9ne

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" 

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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 

Photos 

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