Verse One

The Jason Williams of rap, white chocolate

Style obvious you rappers are not up on it kid

Microscopic fine lens find your rhyme pattern

Dimes on white satin nights for the fly tapping

Doing the doo-wop yo we not dabbing

From Adelaide to Copenhagen where the drama matters

Main attraction shutting down your balderdash

Holding folds of cash for the tracks on wax of which I’m making classic

Dad said make it happen, Mum is proud as punch

Her youngest Son is doing what he wants, whatup

In Cal-I-Fornia for many months

Til I’m courtside with Nicholson twisting blunts

Cut the cigar; skip the lunch, fish to fry so we fix em up

Never kiss and give em back Rex Hunt

Got a rash up on your lip, phoney rappers ain’t legit

Try to spit around here get thrown in to the ditch

Chorus

Your Welcome x 5

God Help them, he can’t help them, your welcome

Verse Two

You welcome, God help them, first name Nelson

Rolling L’s Adelaide to Melbourne

Weldon Irvine records line my shelving

Seldom get a helping hand around a melding pot of felons

Eloquent no telling where your money went

Covenant colour Celtic in origin

Corrupted, cup runneth over your budget

Blunted on reality, while you still mulling

Cover casual, try to play my organ

Then you dealing with my heart and that’s a raw story

Worn it on my sleeve shoulda warned me

My family from Western Victoria, Portland more importantly

According to me there ain’t no rivalry

Trying to live in a society that keep their eye on me

Maybe I can inspire my niece and nephew

Tell them what the best do; let them do their thing so they can be successful

Chorus

Your Welcome x 5

God Help them, he can’t help them, your welcome