Asher Roth, Nottz, Travis Barker - Goin Down lyrics

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 hit's 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

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