2014, Melbourne, Australia
Yeah I wanna thank God
He’s the universe maker
Sent his son to Earth,
Cos he’s the soul taker
Mum, I couldn’t do it alone
If it wasn’t for your pushin’
I wouldn’t be on this Earth we call home
And dad, you were there from the start
Kickin footy in the street
Kickin footy in the dark
Kardinia Park, even though we didn’t win
But we’ve won three premierships since then
I got two sister
Justine and Melinda
She’s in UAE and I kinda miss her
We started life under the same roof
I tried to hit her with a bat
But there’s no proooof
Boom boom shake shake the house
I might have played a little long
I might have played a little loud
On my electric guitar
Yeah I could make it sing
You said it sounded like an angel throwing up in the sink
We were mission kids,
Eating meat from a can
Eating weavils with our breakfast
Man it must have been Home Brand
Games with sticks
Salt lakes, big snakes
Feather foots, tribal fights and every fortnight motorbikes
YEAH!
By chance or design my rhymes are never rusty
I hadn’t heard of Slim Shady it was Whitman or Dusty
That’s right
Fast forward to 1992
I was lookin for love
The girls were looking right through me
The Man upstairs, he had other plans
While I was swimming in the ocean
Brea was kicking in the sand, we hooked up!
It was just a matter of time before
BOOM! We were married with a child
Now, this is a shout out to all my little homies
Y’all know what’s what and you all think you know me
Well kids listen up, you better keep your shizzle clean
Your dad’s the whitest rapper the world has ever seen!
Hey, I’ll pop some coke in your glass
My homeboy Finn, yeah he’s one for the ages
Give him a book and he’ll read pages and pages
And pages
For ages ... and ages
And Jet, can run and run and run all day
He wears wife beaters in the pouring rain
His brown kicks with white sneakers
There’s holes in his knees
He’s the kid in the jumper when it’s 50 degrees
My main man Mustang, he’s not fussed
When we’re all in hurry, no he’s not rushed then!
If I had believed in clairvoyancy
I’d be calling, ‘Hey catch up Datsun 180B’
Yeah, oh listen up y’all
Let me tell you about Imogen
She’s the love of my life,
My own little daughter
Me and her mum and her brothers adore her
Yeah she laughs
... like a rock rattling around in a can
And when she smiles every angel in heaven turns round and y’all
Yeah every angel in heaven turns around
That’s right.
Keep your eyes off her.
Now I thank God
For all my family
Those who grew up with me
And those who put up with me
And now here I am,
The World’s Whitest Rapper
With the world’s shortest career in the history of ever!
That’s right
Just want to thank Neil and Kirsten Sacco
Just want to thank everyone that’s here
My family, thank youmum, thank you dad
The is a shout out to all my relatives that aren’t here
Yeah, word up, y’all
Yeah, that’s right, we’re all doin the time,
When I’m wreckin the rhymes
So now I’m signing off for the first and last time
You won’t see me again, or remember my name
I won’t be beatin on Rhiannon or hangin with Kanye
I won’t be kickin’ it old school, or rockin’ on the mike
I won’t be pimpin’ with the homies in a suit that is white
I won’t be all like, ‘Wassup P-Diddy’
Not there’ll be none of that,
Maybe until I’m Fitty
That’s all y’all
Peace out!