[Verse 1: Rare]
Rare MC, in a fist full of fuel
He be runnin' these streets and piss on dunny seats
You're dumb geeks with your hair full of chewie
Painted on jeans with a vest and some jewellery
Youse are pests and you don't know what you're doin'
No metro, let go, stop talkin' about your
Weekend habits, claiming you are drug addicts
Had my drink intake (Oi, it's seven Gary Abletts)
Give a fuck dick, you're Mister Fiction
Livin' off other people's arses makin' sure that
Everyone has listenined to your bullshit stories
They're so fuckin' boring, piss off bro, you're annoying
And I might just add this
You emo kids, you give me the shits
You wouldn't know a hardcore band if it slit your bloody wrist
Ending up on the floor in a puddle of your own piss

[Chorus: Illy]
Yeah, don't look, don't look now
Don't look now
BBS and we're runnin' the town
Already at the throne so jokers give up the crown
Yeah, don't look, don't look now
Don't look now
BBS and we're hummin' the sound
'Ll leave a pink-shirt poof six feet underground
[Verse 2: J. Stark]
Yeah, we got jokes but we're far from a laughin' stock
Of girls hangin' out and [?] cock
I think it's 'cause the size of it gets in bar [?]
And fuck [?] pay then I'm namin' the startin' cost
Two grand a week? Nah, one show
In fact, make it every time I say fuck and cunt on the microphone
You get vibe alone, I keep typing though
Until my raps are so tight the whole entire style is know
And blown up, you faggots get shown up
You wanna get stoned, fuck, your shit needs to be sewn shut
Believe me mate, I'm in town, cuttin' the rug
Yeah, it's house but I'm two steppin', fuck it, I'm drunk
Still listen to funk with cup on Mick Jagger's mum
Also crunk if someone talentless hums over the drums
If I'm in a pub, come up and say hello for fuck's sake
I'm not hard 'cause I rap, I'd rather stay at home and suck face

[Chorus: Illy]
Yeah, don't look, don't look now
Don't look now
BBS and we're runnin' the town
Already at the throne so jokers give up the crown
Yeah, don't look, don't look now
Don't look now
BBS and we're hummin' the sound
'Ll leave a pink-shirt poof six feet underground
[Verse 3: Yorgs]
Taste my vapour as your hearts all melt
You fakes are a waste of paper like a cardboard belt
We're not hard to be felt 'cause our cards have been dealt (We're artists)
The craft of BBS is how the yard's been spelt
After dark, it's hell 'cause I got no grace kid
You can tell I date chicks off face who taste dick
But, yo, I can't fake this, it's back to basics
I risk ciggies and piss and there goes the pay slips
Flows in basements, now the garage is the verdict
For my barrage of words mince to massaging your muscles [?]
Our beer muzzles hurted, the nerds are already nervous
Scratchin' the scene's surface, part of the fuckin' purpose
The words are slurred but it's the point that's still told
My joints are still cold since the sun's been sold
This fund's got a hold of every cunt making it old
The whole of BBS, fully breakin' this mould

[Chorus: Illy]
Yeah, don't look, don't look now
Don't look now
BBS and we're runnin' the town
Already at the throne so jokers give up the crown
Yeah, don't look, don't look now (Yeah)
Don't look now
BBS and we're hummin' the sound (Yeah)
'Ll leave a pink-shirt poof six feet underground (Yeah)
[Verse 4: Illy]
Illy got spits like llamas, the shit's bananas
Pricks can't even dint the armour
Go hard with the eesh, and trust me
It ain't nothin' for me to tweak and Bin Laden the beat
And pardon the cheek and nerve (Excuse us)
But BBS about spits, piss, cigs and birds (Yup)
Quick whip, big dicks, lit cigs and herbs (Yup)
'Cause we like to get ripped (Word, word, word)
Annihilatin' nouns and demolishin' the verbs
What you rappin' for? Better off polishin' a turd (Clean it)
Don't even try son, we're ready, you're wack (Yeah)
So suck my python sweaty ballsack
It's fun to us, Illy rep for the Frankston line
BBS, the six-hundred buzz (Yup)
Who are tellin' y'all “don't look” (Don't look)
Illy and BBS got home-cooked raps as fat as a phone book (Yeah)
What?

[Chorus: Illy (J. Stark)]
Don't look, don't look now (Rare MC)
Don't look now (N***, Illy and Pea)
BBS and we're runnin' the town
Already at the throne so jokers give up the crown
Yeah

[Outro: J. Stark]
That was BBS crew, yeah
We've had enough of you apricot shirt wearing motherfuckers
Jesus Christ, I've had a jug full