[Intro]
Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls
I'm here to introduce, the luckiest motherf**er
Hipster, Runaway, born in the Southern Hemisphere
Since Ned Kelly
Please give a very unwelcome welcome, to Kid Enno
[Verse 1]
Welcome to the show, and I'll be your host for tonight, and lemme send ya right down to the coast, with a toast
That's dedicated, to all the girls in Mel'
But here's a rule; if I'm heaven, you're hell
To the other Aussie Rappers; 'Oi, what's up?!'
It's cool, I won't be sad if I don't make the cut
Is it coz I ain't got 'tats for dayz? Or is it coz I don't go rap at the staysh?
Yo, maybe it's coz I never stabbed anyone, or rapped about sheila's and me problems with d**
Or maybe it's coz I don't wear Nautica sweaters or even better; sport shorts made originally for tennis!
Trapped in these four walls and I swear that they talk to me
But when I tell folks they always look at me awkwardly, as if I was crazy
*Motherf**er, I ain't crazy!*
Haha, but if ya hearing this song, proceed cautiously
[Hook]
I chill at home, man, it's I in the Pad
No help, I'm by myself, just the guy in the Pad
Ya sound like everyone else, where's your mind at man?
Imma rhyme so do you mind not blinding my fad?
I'm in my room, it's just I in the Pad
Tonight's the night it's sounding nice in my Pad
Light up the mic, when I rhyme it's a fact
Nobody else could do it like when I'm in the Pad
[Verse 2]
Huh, this is lyrical immortality
So when I die, you'll remember an*logies
Told to ya by the kid from the South Side, about my stories from outside my birth place
This is just the first stage
A kid so great, I already won my first race
A thirst for grace and greatness, miracles and saintness
Ain't this the kid that was born from the cursed place?
Sure is, and look what it's done to me
I'm born winning against negative energy
And did I let it be the thing to bring me down?
No way, my man, huh, ya know I upped security
So bring on the haters, man I'm used to telling c*nts to get f**ed!
Bring on the waiters, I'm used to ordering things that I want!
But this fable is rad, thank God I'm able to rap
I'll pen my life coz this is me in my Pad
[Hook]
I chill at home, man, it's I in the Pad
No help, I'm by myself, just the guy in the Pad
Ya sound like everyone else, where's your mind at man?
Imma rhyme so do you mind not blinding my fad?
I'm in my room, it's just I in the Pad
Tonight's the night it's sounding nice in my Pad
Light up the mic, when I rhyme it's a fact
Nobody else could do it like when I'm in the Pad
[Verse 3]
Last part and I'm back on my art
Call me 'Pica**o' and pa** me the brush
That's how I run it though, words in ya face
That's how I run it, bro, first in the race!
And if you're looking for trouble here on this mystical night
Well get your fists down, let's have a lyrical fight
Coz I was never really much of the physical type
And f** a holiday, I'm on a musical flight
Coz I don't need London or Paris, Ellie G or Calvin Harris to make a new song that'll leave ya asthmatic
Full with static electricity, plus my own ethnicity, conveying simplicity, so listen here, man
I'm in my prime, man, when I'm in my Pad
This time I look sublime and for the next I might add; quite fly
So look twice when I, pa** ya by
You wanna know my secret? Well, lemme tell you why coz
[Hook]
I chill at home, man, it's I in the Pad
No help, I'm by myself, just the guy in the Pad
Ya sound like everyone else, where's your mind at man?
Imma rhyme so do you mind not blinding my fad?
I'm in my room, it's just I in the Pad
Tonight's the night it's sounding nice in my Pad
Light up the mic, when I rhyme it's a fact
Nobody else could do it like when I'm in the Pad
[Outro]
Yeah!
Uh! I'm in the pad
Uh! I'm in the pad
f** you motherf**ers up in my pad
I'll f** you motherf**ers up in my pad!
WD-40 motherf**er, WD-40 motherf**er
We do it for nothin'
Yeah