When you feel that you (ooh)

Can′t make it all alone (ooh)

Remember no one is big enough (ooh)To go it alone, oh

(Oh) Just ask the lonely, oh

(Oh) They know the hurt and pain

I go breaking the rules with a white nose

Rhino, stampede through for the title

Psycho, social abuse with my eyes closed

I don't read the reviews with my high hopes

Yeah, I keep that lip junk steady

Relapse to the passion got my wrist all edgy

Niggas try to act like I can′t verse on any

Knifes inside my back I got enough already

It's the raw shit

Might make you nauseous

From my recordings to the mosh pit

Leave your boys haunted

It's the raw shit

Might make you nauseous

From my recordings to the mosh pit

Leave your boys haunted

Beat slayer, never read data

Leave the keep sayers, deep player

I don′t need favours, not a deal maker

Real recognise real, I′m a deal breaker

And I build what I fucking build, I don't need favours

Still full of hate from my last song

Spending days inside my head never lasts long

Think of the times when I had none

Nah, fuck that, I don′t wanna go back

Yeah, the game is a lie, it's a damn sport

I think I am that venomous snake if it′s suits and ties and rat claws

Fuck, let me function again

Cake to make, I fill the plate with hate

And if it's change, I′ll wait, I got the place invaded

Let the space I make create the pain inside faces

I'm a bit deranged, I stay inside and rage

Keep jabbing, chipping away at the atoms

Break patterns, relay states that imagine

New candid, I'm still rested in action

I won′t ever get arrested or batted

Throw fist up like it′s 'bout to hit a chin

Got my dogs juiced up, we about to go again

In my life, I′m loved, but I won't ever sink

In my life, I′m loved, but I won't ever sink

Throw fist up like it′s 'bout to hit a chin

Got my dogs juiced up, we about to go again

In my life, I'm loved, but I won′t ever sink, fuck

It′s the raw shit

Might make you nauseous

From my recordings to the mosh pit

Leave your boys haunted

It's the raw shit

Might make you nauseous

From my recordings to the mosh pit

Leave your boys haunted

Are you awake?

You think that I changed

You think I′m a snake

Well, step back, I might bite ya (ugh)

Poison (poison, poison, poison)

Woo, ha! (Woo, ha, woo, ha, woo, ha)