Goin Down lyrics - Asher Roth, Nottz Raw & Travis Barker

[Nottz Raw:]

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

[Asher Roth:]

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