goin down

, nottz raw, ash roth, trav barker, you already know what it is, part two, i'm bout to go cray and lose my mind like the whites in west virgina, oh what wonderful world this is, now it's time to take a shit on it, nottz rawth, ash roth back with a new recruit, one man on the drums, the lyrical man trav bark, had to blink a buck eighty-two times and shit, fuck the harry potter books and the broomsticks, this ass whoopin' is real but you still a nonbeliever, i ain't gotta put hands on ya, just stand next to the speaker, i'm not new to this, i'm true to this, nothing you can do to this, keep on doubting the boy then i beat your ass blue to this, what the hell is that rancid smell? it's the rawth again, back with your second serving of murder before, we just advertising the starter just right before this meal, you about to engulf stomach ulsers and all, fuckin' with big dog, you ain't got no balls, your shit's way too small, talking marble small, suckas saying they boss, they employees at malls, nah, this ain't just talk, we get it on for the cause, it's goin' down, yeah, ash roth, trav bark, nottz raw, a supercalifragilistic-mystic odyssey, when travis hits the crashing kick and nottz is on the beat, with ash is spitting nasty shit it makes it hard to breathe, masters of the craft, it's the last of a dying breed, this rawther is the part when peter parker crawls the wall up, or in jaws when everybody screams they seen a shark, it takes some balls to put your faith within this ancient art, playing if you patient, if you brave enough like racing cars, so get the johnny blaze straight up out the mason jar, we taking off, so who's the greatest, what you based it on?, we raising stakes and take your ladies to their favorite mall, buy 'em high heels then we drop 'em off and make 'em walk, this ain't for fame or some silly kind of mating call, ain't playin' games slaying sayings since i'm ye tall, it's rated r, all ages better stay sharp, those who paved the way would hate today, we came to lay the law, we wish you christmas or the krishna couldn't fix the shit, they sent a prisoner on a infinite fishing trip, we on a mission of making listeners give a shit, insist on something different but the traditions indigenous, so great googly-moogle it, it's a doo-bluh-vay, tuning for the newest, we could give a hoot what humans say, so roll a doobie start the movie get the crew to tape, rawther number two, let the music play