(feat. Tech N9ne & Bun B)





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 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." 

[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]