[Intro: Boildermakers]
Oh you bad, huh?
Straight street Boilermakers
Aunty Donna

[Verse 1: Boilermakers]
Let me tell you a little story 'bout the three baddest boys in comedy
Turned rap freestyle prodigies
Now the rap kings of the jungle like Mowgli
They came, saw and conquered it so hard
Arnold Schwarzenegger jumped in his car
And drove the fuck out of town!
They tore the roof off like old Rome buildings
They brought the scene to its knees like a goal kicker
They got the strength of an ant but with balls bigger
Aunty Donna all about that money like a gold digger
Fuck your pen and paper, they masters of off of the dome spitting
On the spot like a road infringement
They freestyle, no writtens and still blowing all you pussies away like you foam kittens
Shark attacks, the most fear, they got haters hoping the coast clear
'Cause they taking these nuts
They're lyrical castrators Aunty Donna
Baddest motherfuckers in the rap game, get 'em Mark

[Verse 2: Mark Bonanno]
I'm so rich you can't touch me
I got heaps of cars and planes (vroom vroom!)
I got like fifty hundred planes
And I got twenty cars at least, minimum (vroom vroom!)
I take a car, put it in a plane
Fly my plane around with the car in the plane
Then I take the plane, put it in a bigger car
Now I got a car plane car
And guess what's inside the car? (what?)
'Bout 50 dogs
And all the dogs reckon I'm sick (that's a lot of dogs)
And they love because dogs feel love
It's a scientific fact, look it up
And then I get that plane and I put it on a truck
Put it on a truck now I got a truck plane car plane truck
In my garage which is a double garage (so wide motherfucker!)
[Chorus: Montaigne, Boilermakers & Zachary Ruane]
Put your hands up for the greatest in the world
Words so extemporary and good they'll make you hurl
They only fuck diamonds and they only shit pearls
'Cause they're the best freestylers, they're the best freestylers in the world
Yeah!
They're the best freestylers in the world
Yeah you know what to do now Zach
'Burps' That's fuckin' disgusting
Going in now
They're the best freestylers in the world
Come on, get 'em Zach, get em boy

[Verse 3: Zachary Ruane]
Everybody goes "where do you get that swag?"
I'll tell you where I got that swag my friend
I got it from Target and then they go "Target! Wow!"
(Yeah yeah yeah)
But you look like a gangster sir
Well I say "Well that's 'cause Mum sticks diamantes on my pants"
I said 'Mum, I wanna look like a gangster; go to Jay Jays"
She said "Zach you can't go to Jay Jays (what?)
They charge something like $70 for pants (that's too much for pants!)
Tell you what - we'll get some nice pants from Target
And I put some diamantes- diamon- diamontes on them"
And it looks like I got some diamond swag
Crystal and swag (sip it up! sip it up! sip it up!)
[Chorus: Montaigne & Broden Kelly]
Put your hands up for the greatest in the world
Only drink bottled water with the curly wurly straw (slurp slurp)
Yesterday night they sucked off their own dickholes
'Cause they're the best freestylers
They're the best freestylers in the world Yeah
They're the best freestylers in the world
Yeah, you know working in the industry
I've met so many famous people
They're the best freestylers in the world

[Verse 4: Broden Kelly]
I work in the arts (what?)
And I've met lots of high profile people (makes sense)
Including Lindy Burns at ABC, yes, I have (Google it motherfucker)
And I've met Hamish Blake and I've met Rove McManus
And I've met John Wood from Bikie Wars
And I- when I worked at the MCG (gotta get that munster)
One day they told me Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes were coming to watch the football
And I was like "oh wowee" and I saw them walk in
They went into a corporate box
And they had some party pies (yeah yeah yeah sauce!)
Yes they did and then they came out later
But apparently I was on my break
But he was genuinely quite short and muscular
And Guy Pearce was there too (with sauce)
[Chorus: Montaigne, Mark Bonanno, Zachary Ruane & Broden Kelly]
Put your hands up for the greatest in the world
(come on, put em up, put em up)
We only eat Sumatran tigers there are less that 400 left in the world (but we spit out the bones)
They all understand not many words rhyme with world
'Cause they're the best freestylers
They're the best freestylers in the world
I own several flashy cars
I love to listen to Bruno Mars
And I've got some bras
And I go to the tar pit in LA
I was gonna say tars
Oh no fars what?
Spas oh ha
You've thrown me off 'cause I couldn't say tars oh no
Donna Lars