Some ugly geezer climbs the stage.
He shouts in rhyme, it’s all the rage.
The people’s poet who just can’t sing.
Got attitude, don’t mean a thing.
They call it Rap with a silent C.
Is it music?, Does nothing for me.
They’ll use a riff that’s quite well known.
Add drum and bass, call it their own.
Poetic lines designed to shock.
Kick arse – mother duck?.
They call it Rap with a silent C.
Is it music?, Does nothing for me.
With phoney accents they speak their words.
Don’t understand, they’re so absurd.
Repeat their names at least 10 times.
They\'re all so vain they make it rhyme
Rap music it\'s just not for me.
A tuneless, boring symphony.
They make up names that must be cool
Entice the kids to break the rules.
Flash cars and gold they proudly show.
With guns and drugs they’re in the know.
They call it rap with a silent C.
Is it music, it’s all bollocks to me.