That’s Why

[Hook: Rare]
That's why you're a faggot and Rare's the best
Like Ill' told you, there's no contest
So don't lie to yourself when the crew you rep
We're blessed, now bow your head
So fuckwit, grab your blankie and get to bed
Your raps are said, the crowd went dead

[Interlude: Rare]
Like
Crickets…crickets

[Verse 1: Rare]
Yeah, clap your hands to this and bounce up and down
Like you're rootin' fat chicks, but one missed beat
And you snapped your dick, this is BBS, we're fantastic
This ain't one or two good songs, it's a fuckin'
Hat trick, so gather up all you spastic
MCs that try to rap shit, and I'll smother you in plastic
How you think you're gonna smash clit?
Your pink shirt with your dick the size of a matchstick
The fat kid if you're startin' shit
You'll get smacked quick and left with a fat lip to part with
We're the maddest MCs
From the surrounding seas of A.U.S
That's [?] if you wanna battle or
Beat us on a track, you got some serious shit to match
And that's hardly gonna happen, man
If fightin' was equivalent to rappin', I'd be Jackie Chan
All flexible and in my vocab
I've got the dopest raps in my notepad, everybody knows that
It's a fact, yeah, it's a fact, uh
Yeah, BBS

[Verse 2: Rare]
That's why I switch shit with sick [?]
I grope tits, you're a hope's kids that don't joke
With this, the chauvinistic pigs
I throw my dick in between your missus' tits
Funny shit, 'cause we're only here for a laugh
You can't grasp that you tried so hard
So ha, ha, I wrote this shit in under an hour
Was like ten o'clock till half past
More class than us, lovin' this shit, I'm full
Rappin' fast with one hand on the mic and the other
With a Carlton Draught, I get top marks for rappin' with heart
You lose for havin' a stab in the dark
Baddest go hard, I'm radder than Stark
Phatter than Parks and I'm better than your arse
Competitors get fucked, I'll give you the heads up
Get back on the train, I hope you leave and pay for your Metcard

[Hook: Rare]
(That's why) You're a faggot and Rare's the best
Like Ill' told you, there's no contest
So don't lie to yourself when the crew you rep
We're blessed, now bow your head
So fuckwit, grab your blankie and get to bed
Your raps are said, the crowd went dead