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I.T. Lyrics by B.B.S. (Group)

3 Mics and We Swear

2008

[Intro: Rare]
Yeah, another pointless BBS track

[Verse 1: Rare]
Yeah, I be better than the best in bed
I get chicks wetter, you get 'em depressed
And I'm fed up with your [?] acts
But I'm yet to see the cheques, you cats follow my raps
Like your pets' hollow heads, pay Rare your respects
I could anything man, just tell me what's next
'Fore I finish my next raps and get 'em Fed-Ex'd
Straight to the top of the charts, I'm not stoppin'
I'm goin' full hard, the only thing you're droppin'
Is shit from your arse, I'll tеll you what's what
And I'll tell you what's not what, what?
Stop, soft-cocks, you'll get shocked likе an electrician
Told like an Italian mum in the kitchen
You're so old that your raps are growin' mold
You say pay your dues, I say buy the mixtape dues
Five bucks, it ain't that much
Trust me, by the end of it, you'll fall in love
With our ruggish looks like [?]

[Verse 2: J. Stark]
Rare and I over snare and hi-hats
The pair that might have parents' likes that's
Loud as hell, no one's spared in my raps
And fuck looks that kill, more like stare and die cats
The more the merrier, I need a line of fuckwits
[?] for burial under the water like [?]
And suck shit if you ever try to confront this
Egotistical bunch for runnin' this dumb shit
And we laugh and faggots, I got [?] addicts
At my door, waitin' like they're [?]
But I'm not sellin' drugs, I just harvest tracklists
Under dark tone lights, where my [?]
It's plain and simple, we're a tight knit bunch
Mate, it's simple, step to us and you might get punched
It's like Fight Club Lunch, every mic I touch
Every time I'm rough, girls I like so much
I could say life sucks, that's an easy path to take
If you wanted me to break, take a bottle to my face

[Outro: J. Stark]
Yeah
You've lost it son
What the fuck was with the shit at the end of your verse?
On another matter
I'm the fucking chorus king, the hook sire
Best fucking choruses in Australia
Worldwide maybe faggots, don't fuck with me
Is that legit? I think it's legit
I got an answer, you don't get to hear it
Fuck you faggots
Love this guitar riff

About “I.T.” by B.B.S. (Group)

Read the complete lyrics to "I.T." by B.B.S. (Group) from the album "3 Mics and We Swear" in 2008. On Lyrks you can follow along with the full text, explore the artist's discography, and discover related songs. The track is often categorized under Rock, Aussie Hip-Hop, Australia.

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