Yeah...My brotha..
Show ya scar to my friends right now man...
Eat that crap right here...

Verse 1:
I don't give a smeg 'bout your hurts or cramps 'n'
Brother we from Hawthorn, Aussie...stuff happens
Kids clapping love you acting so gay
Half the weirdos in your squad like Star Wars, that's okay
It's a cold world, full of ice
Half a ton in the fridge, brother that's your life
Got the Falcon in front building Cross Road and
2 years been legit still it's lookin so "bad"
As a youngin', you got too much to cope with
Why you think, your brother nick-named ya Jerb Breath Stink
Should've been called are-annoying, explosion-cuz-you're-annoying...
You did it all, you put my patience to trouble
This long, I knew me and siblings had burst bubble
Came out the gate, no I do not smell that fart
Fat brother with grinny is the guilty tart

Chorus:
Yeah, my brother don't dance
Cuz he's hurtin' so bad cuz
Jabez has CF
He needs fat, needs fat, needs fat, needs fat
Not the beans in the can
No spaghetti, my man cuz
Jabez has CF
He needs fat, needs fat, needs fat, needs fat

Verse 2:
Arr, to the eezy
Room, that's so wheezy
Your butt's so breezy
The car stays stinky
Got a play at 8, you're in the F360 backseat
And you just let it rip, so we can't breathe, cuz it reeks
With a matching smilette
'Round back to the mansion
My brother's at the play, but you know he's not actin'
He dancer, and dancers don't act - they boogie
So nevermind how he got in there with the cheeky and the stinky
Listen I don't pay admission
And my parents don't take me
And I walk around the Internet pictures
And there ain't really no need for a reason to stay 'ere at the house because Jabez smells
Reek-full, smeel it, faint it!?
Like my undies, started a-smellin' now, that's what the smeg I call a gas reaction
See, money is the thing, brother, you're still the same brother, flows not changed
Now I rearrange your face brother

Chorus:
Said my brother stinks bad
Like he walked in the trash cuz
Jabez has CF
He needs fat, needs fat, needs fat, needs fat
Now though I may say trash
And my undies stink bad but
Jabez has CF
He needs fat, needs fat, needs fat, needs fat

Verse 3:
Now we fighting better now
Strangle sweater now
And that GT couldn't drown out, any yelling now
See fingers get tight, when you worth no billions
That's why he sports the raw courage to hurt my feelings
You can find Jab-ez eat all kinds of crap
Out all Nutella, on roll plus all these chips and crap
If I visited Jerry, I'd prolly kill
'Cuz half these weiners get "OW" like Derek - Fo' real!
If they cross the line damn right, I'm gon' hurt them
These bloody midgets even made insults by the ton
Even Lil' Dale Man throwin' it up
Scott -OK crimp shoulder like 'ow' what's up?
Dad keep telling me to keep down ruckus
Matter of fact, Jabez's the one making all the ruckus
Not even Wee Dale Morphett could imagine this
My brother didn't have to fake for my companionship

Chorus:
Yeah, my brother's all right
But he stayed up last night cuz
Jabez has CF
He needs fat, needs fat, needs fat, needs fat
I said my brother's in can
And he's farting so bad cuz
Jabez has CF
He needs fat, needs fat, needs fat, needs fat