- Whatever Man
- Wat Kyk Jy?
- Enter The Ninja
- Wat Pomp
- Wie Maak Die Jol Vol
- Rich Bitch
- I Don't Need You
- Very Fancy
- Dagga Puff
- My Best Friend
- Liewe Maatjies
- $copie
- Beat Boy
- Super Evil
- Doos Dronk
- $o$ (Instrumental)
- In Your Face (American Bonus Track)
- Evil Boy (American Bonus Track)
- Fish Paste (American Bonus Track)
- She Makes Me A Killer (American Bonus Track)
- Evil Boy - F**k You In The Face Mix
$O$ (2009)
Whatever Man lyrics - Die Antwoord
Check it,
I represent South African culture.
In this place you get a lot of different things:
Blacks,
Whites,
Coloured,
English,
Afrikaans,
Xhosa,
Zulu,
watookal.
I'm like all these different things,
all these different people,
fucked into one person.
Whatever man.
Wat Kyk Jy? lyrics - Die Antwoord
Is dit net ek, of is als tos?
Is dit net ek? Is-is dit net ek?
Jis jis, ek soek n fancy goose
maar my sak's plat soos barbie se plastic poes
Wat die fok?
Fok die poes in die Corsa langs ons
yo Ninja kook n tekkie
Laat ons gly
Drive! Drive fast!
Gly! Gly! Gly! Gly!
Drive fast!
Play kak music loud!
Wat kyk jy? Fokof!
Wat kyk jy? Poes!
Wat kyk jy? Fok jou!
Wat kyk jy? Jou naai!
Ninja rolling in a BMW
sipping vitamiene B en C
die brannewyn en coke slat weer n keer
yo tjek daai sker in die pvc
hot-pants lekker B.P.P.
'Binne-poes-pienk' aan die moerefokken brand
net soos hierdie stainless steel
rap-ster met n groot fokken stywe piel
Yo! Better listen to whatever she says
ek's down met die moere fokken Wedding DJ's
pump up the volume! Haal pips uit die zol uit
hol skud morsig! Laat die fokken jol ruk
Fok die bewe koppe! Yo raas is baas
The richest bitch with the nicest arse
oppie mikrofoon yo uh! Moerefokkit! Tjekkie
yo Ninja! Kook n fokken tekkie
[Hook]
Hier gat ons weer! O here! Warra! Warra! Warra!
It's that brother from another mother's gwarra
jislaaik! How did I get so fancy?
Al die ander rappers is net ou panties
Ninja! Die real fokken deal
jy lyk so mooi met my piel in jou keel
ag siestog! Now try say my name
Man-botter binne in jou slym-konyn
Zik my blaar! Swaai daai zaan
twee Savannas en my vibes aan
skop n dop en fokkit op
ek maak duk zak
cause I grab the microphone and fuck shit up
ek's zef! Zars
Baby and my whole crew's fre$! Vars
if I don't know you get lost, you not on my level
yo put the pedal to the metal
[Hook]
Yoh! Dis net soos n gynecologist se office
net n klomp poese hierso
naai man!
Kom ons fokof na die 'Wat Kyk Jy?' jol toe
yoh! Die queues daar by die 'Wat Kyk Jy?' jols
is langer as die queues by home affairs
naai my broe die queues is langer daar
Dis tough kak gets you lekker fucked up
soos jou eerste spliff
ek's down met die fokken Zef Meester Griff
on the microphone I'm like the evilest ruler
mind control many stupid people like Zuma
wat? Fuck you poepol!
Say what you like but you can't do fokol
Deal with it! You can't fuck with my game
charf my poef ek buckle jou frame.
Yo what the fuck are you saying?
I'm not wise with your street lingo
show me the money this is not a free freak-show
ek smaak goud soos C3PO
here maar hierdie fokken jols kwaai
Niks soos n lekker bietjie hol swaai
niks soos n lekker bietjie hol naai
don't worry everything will be alright!
[Hook]
Die fokken Antwoord
Weer aan die moere fokken brand my blaar
Vra vir die flying dutchman aka Neo SA.
jy maak n meisie sommer jags
Deel met jou vriende...
Enter The Ninja lyrics - Die Antwoord
I, I, I I am your butterfly
I need your protection
Be my samurai
I, I, I I am your butterfly
I need your protection
Need your protection
I'm a ninja, yo
My life is like a video game
I maintain when I'm in the zone
One player one life on the mic limited time
Go ninja, go!
No fuckin' around I'm cutting down anyone in my path
Tryna fuck up my game with razor sharp
Lyrical throw stars
Here my flow's hot
Ho$$tyle!
Wild, outta control
Ninja skop befokte rof taal
Rough rhymes, tough times
Met fokkol kos, skraal
'Til I hit triple seven at the ATM
Straight famine or feast,
When you're living on the razor edge
Stay sharp, sharp
Rolling with the $O$
High energy
You never seen Zef so fresh
Uh, when we mic check
Hi-tek flows flex
Yo we're optimistic
Not fucking depressed
We not like the rest
My style is UFO
Totally unknown
You can't fuck with my new Zef flow
I'm hard to miss
"You can't do this, you can't do that"
Yo, fuckin' who said so?
I do what I like
Too hot to handle, too cold to hold
You can't fuck with the chosen one
I-I-I want the knife
Yo I'm a ninja
I, I, I I am your butterfly
I need your protection
Be my samurai
I, I, I I am your butterfly
I need your protection
Need your protection
I, I, I I am your butterfly
I need your protection
Be my samurai
I, I, I I am your butterfly
I need your protection
Need your protection
Ninja is poes cool
But don't fuck with my game
Boy or I'll poes you
Life is tough
When I get stuck
And my time is up
I push through
'Til I break-break-break
On through to the other side
Fantastically poor with patience like a stalker
Ninja is hardcore
Been cut so deep, feel no pain
It's not sore
Don't ask for kak or
You'll get what you ask for
I'm like a wild animal in the corner
Waiting for the break of dawn
Trying to get through the night
Just a man with the will to survive
My blade swing free
Decapitate a hater with amazing ease
This is not a game, boy
Don't play with me
I work my mic-saber like a wild fucking savage
From the dark side danger
Yin to the yang
Totally Hi-Tek ninja's motherfucking big in Japan
I seen the future, but I never got nothing in my hand
Except a microphone, big dreams and a plan
Fly-talking, sky-walking
Like a ninja
I, I, I I am your butterfly
I need your protection
Be my samurai
I, I, I I am your butterfly
I need your protection
Need your protection
I, I, I I am your butterfly
I need your protection
Be my samurai
I, I, I I am your butterfly
I need your protection
Need your protection
Fuck, this is like
The coolest song I ever heard in my whole life
Fuck all of you who said I wouldn't make it
They said I was a loser
They said I was a no one
They said I was a fuckin' psycho
But look at me now:
All up in the interweb
World-wide, 2009
Futurista
Enter the ninja
Yo-Landi Visser
DJ Hi-Tek
Die fokken Antwoord
What's my name?
I, I, I (I'm a ninja)
I am your butterfly
I need your protection
Be my samurai
I, I, I (yo I'm a ninja)
I am your butterfly
I need your protection
Need your protection
I, I, I (Yo I'm a ninja)
I am your butterfly
I need your protection
Be my samurai
I, I, I (a motherfuckin' ninja)
I am your butterfly
I need your protection
Need your protection
Wat Pomp lyrics - Die Antwoord (feat. Jack Parow)
Ninja
Yo yo yo yo-landi Visser
Jack Parow
DJ-Hitek
Die fokken antwoord
[Chorus:]
Wat pomp julle?
[Yo-landi Visser:]
Fresh futuristig
Me I’m a misfit, drink my 5 roses tea with a biscuit
I’m shweet and I’m twisted, like a koeksuster
I’m rustig ekse, o, we go ballistig, you can’t fuck with this shit
It’s dark and it’s different, pay attention or be like Fuckit, I missed it
Joe, maar sy’s giftig, oo jissie is dit?
Staan terug boetie, cause I spoeg when I spit sh*t.
I missed it
My number’s unlisted
Yo fuck the system, I got my own system.
Poes, I won’t listen, my tricky dicky lietjie blows systems.
You can hear me coming from the distance.
Mense versigtig, I get up to mischief
Jou fokken mif dik lip op 'n tik klip
My style is poison, it’s a freak pak of gom.
Giftige cherrie up on page 3 van Die Son.
[Chorus:]
Wat pomp julle?
[Jack Parow:]
Wat pomp julle?
Raak dronk op pille
Vrot binne as die kwaai pop singers kop sinne
Ek verskyn uit die stoom van die stort
soos n droom of ‘n visie, 'n oom op n missie
Mirror, mirror on the wall tell me who's ill
I'm touched with true skill
I bust the blue steel
Shit the mirror’s misty
Sjoe who can this be
Lets see the seksie refleksie
Eksie perfeksie donner op 'n entjie
Stonewashed jeans palm bome op my hempie
Tssss
Fuck yes I'm dressed for success my breath is kak fresh
JACK PAROW!
(there you go baby)
Look at that lekker romantiese afrikaans superster rapper
Check my fokken uit
Lat die beat drop player
Die naam’s Jack Parrow
Fok steve hofmeyer
[Ninja:]
Me and my super fresh look to the rescue
We come to gently caress you
Like two warm ballas in a nice cold palm
Make you feel strange when the mic’s on
Ok, this is my song
Fok jou ek dink jy’s ‘n poes!
Vat jou vir ‘n poes want jy klink soos ‘n poes!
Jy rap soos ’n poes en jy sing soos ‘n poes.
Hou my neus vas want jy stink soos ‘n poes
Alright lemme speak yo, all up in this freak show.
Ok, check out my skill, geen fokken clue nie
Like my name was Nigel.
Moenie my flippen tune nie
Ek gaan vir my ma se.
Okay, toemaar los dit,
If it doesn’t fit, force it, that’s my motto.
I'm not weird, you're weird
I’m just flippin new here
I rap like a sore thumb, what’s up with you brother
I fit right in, like my cock in your mother.
So don’t tell me I’ve got no fire
I’m running on the spot and I’m so tired
Hair getting blown back by my blow dryer
Jou Naaier, jou naaier
[Chorus:]
Wat pomp julle?
Uuh (hosss)
2009 (yo)
Die fokken Antwoord (fresh futuristig)
Yo
Dj Hitek (duidelik)
Yo-landi Visser (some fucking fancy shit)
Uuh
Jy check my op die fokken strate (yo)
Jy check my in fokken larny restaurant (we’re very fancy)
Yo, Jy check my op page 3 van Die Son
Yo, die fokken ninja (ouch)
stainless steel stab comin’ at ya
My borshare mooi afgeskeer (daarsy!)
Donald Duck cap from the overseas (oulik!)
Freessssh
Don’t fuck with my style
Ninja – I’m a tiger
Yo, waar die fok is Jack?
Jack?
Parow?
Ek dink hy’s in die toilet...
Wie Maak Die Jol Vol lyrics - Die Antwoord (feat. Knoffel Bruin, Isaac Mutant, Jaak Paarl, Scallywag)
In a society where power and wealth are inaccessable to most of its citizens it becomes infinitely easier to seek these things on the wrong side of the law
[All]
Wie maak die jol vol?
Die Mutant maak die jol vol
Wie maak die jol vol?
Die Mutant maak die jol vol
Gooi Isaac, gooi, gooi, gooi Isaac
Gooi, gooi, gooi Isaac
Gooi, gooi, gooi Isaac
Gooi, gooi
[Isaac Mutant]
Awê! Hier's ek weer van die Lentegeur
Want ek wys jou ek's betere gebou die keer
.. 's dieper in die mou die keer
En die beat slat jy nog meer flou die keer
Wat nou die keer sê jy ek was te rou die keer
Moan jy weer te sê ek slat jou boude seer
Moan jy weet, jy kan net klou en keer
We flow from here to binne in Pretoria
We buy and sell by mense wat jou blind vertel
Blimey hell, haai my pêl's a rhyming well
Taai so slym en gel, wat kyn a geld
.. ja well
Simon says ek moet jou blind vertel
Naaiers net naaiers soos julle wat naai is is naai het
Dis julle naaiers wat hom naai met naaiers wat is wat dit is
Naaiers is jas en daai was naaier wat jas is wat kwaai is
Want daai is net naaiers soos julle is naaiers soos julle
[All]
Wie maak die jol vol?
Knoffel maak die jol vol
Wie maak die jol vol?
Knoffel maak die jol vol
Gooi Knoffel, gooi, gooi, gooi Knoffel
Gooi, gooi, gooi Knoffel
Gooi, gooi, gooi Knoffel
Gooi, gooi
[Knoffel]
Mamma mia, asta la vista, jika ma jika, .., ons het geskreeu vir Madiba
Ariba Ariba!
Sim sima ek is koekoe ga ga goo goo oor my boegoe en uhuru sonder voodoo doedoe baba, hahahaha
.. nog lava jy brand die ganja tot tanza (??)
Dada jou one papa jou my .. brand soos atchar
Ek wil net rap met my lek bek op jou back track
Op jou marks, get set, mic check op jou plek is Hi-Tek
Hola respek tolla maradolla jy moet skills het soos maradona en costra nostra
..
Binne buite die kuier is medisyne vir sulke pyne
Die wildetuine het flava, jy kan ons uittest met rain .. op die Cape Flats
Jy's gebles
[All]
Wie maak die jol vol?
Jaakie maak die jol vol
Wie maak die jol vol?
Jakie maak die jol vol
Gooi Jaakie, gooi, gooi, gooi Jaakie
Gooi, gooi, gooi Jaakie
Gooi, gooi, gooi Jaakie
Gooi, gooi
[Jaak Paarl]
Ek is Jaak Paarl en ek is so gebou omdat ek sterk is
Ek het daar ge.. rond onthou omdat ek lui vir werk is
Ek praat myself nou in 'n koma
Laat jou droom ja van jou voorblad oordat oorvat in jou oor krap
Die gehoor klap
Picture nou die Ninja gou hy kopskiet jou so potpienkblou
Sy fokking shows laat moffies flou
Want moffies wou hom op die klou pot
Wie maak die jol vol party roll call
Jaakie, Knoffel, Scally, Isaac, Ninja
What's up julle maatjies?
Alle bobbejaantjies klap julle handjies
[All]
Wie maak die jol vol?
Ninja maak die jol vol
Wie maak die jol vol?
Ninja maak die jol vol
Gooi Ninja, gooi, gooi, gooi Ninja
Gooi, gooi, gooi Ninja
Gooi, gooi, gooi Ninja
Gooi, gooi
[Ninja]
Hello mense, quick put your hands up
die moederfokken Ninja's keeping it gangsta (hoss)
Kid pull your pants up, I'm 27, 8, wait 26, vriendelik?
No man I'm joking I'm 44
Do a lot of yoga, meditate, smoke blunts, levitate
Rook tik, maak die hele fokken huis skoon chop-chop
Praat 'n klomp kak soos 'n vrotkop
Liar, liar damn you naaier
Make you do a dance, set your pants on fire
Woof woof Ninja's getting no fire
My piel is so lank as 'n telephone wire
Haha, silly man you funny
Bambam gimme some punani
White punani
Coloured punani
Any punani .. punani
[All]
Wie maak die jol vol?
Scally maak die jol vol
Wie maak die jol vol?
Scally maak die jol vol
Gooi Scally, gooi, gooi, gooi Scally
Gooi, gooi, gooi Scally
Gooi, gooi, gooi Scally
Gooi, gooi
[Scallywag]
Ja naai volop 'n laai binne in 'n pyl binne in 'n laai
Gaan 'n plan beraad met 'n hand grenaat
En 'n gun vanaand om almal aan te rant
'n Wilde fokken ou ja
Bars jou kop met 'n pik en 'n ou graaf
Binne bek gevaarlik beter hardloop
Of ek attack you dadelik
Don(?) dada, oh jirre, gif van 'n pofadder
Rap .. op die track malle
So fok julle tik medisyne
Vreet malpille
Ek misbruik diere vir my plesiere
Kom in 'n storm en norm
Skok jou met donderweer tot daar skuim in jou bek vorm
[Knoffel] Ja dis hoss,
[Jaak] Ek is lief vir my spiere
[Knoffel] Ek dink nie my ma is nog trots op my nie
[Jaak] Rosyntjies, piesangs is my resep
[Knoffel] Ek het fokkol geld hie' my bru
[Jaak] Ek is lief vir Wielie Walie
[Knoffel] Wil jy 'n MC is en daai fok los die kak gedagte
[Jaak] Maar ... kan voetsek
Rich Bitch lyrics - Die Antwoord
[Yolandi]
Rich bitch (yo yo yo yo)
Rich bitch (yo yo yo Yo-Landi)
I'm a rich bitch (yo yo yo yo)
A mothafuckin' rich bitch (yo yo yo Yo-Landi)
I do my own thing when the phone rings
Maybe I'll answer, maybe I'm busy (yo yo yo Yo-Landi)
I want some next shit
I got connections
Only speak to people I wanna speak to
Sophisticated, fokken larney
Nutella on my sarmie
Fokken dik gesmeer, bra
I shop at Woolworths
With my own paper, eh, flava
When I recite a poem
On the fuckin' microphone (yo yo yo Yo-Landi)
Rich bitch (yo yo yo yo)
Rich bitch (yo yo yo Yolandi)
I'm a rich bitch (yo yo yo yo)
A mothafuckin' rich bitch (yo yo yo Yo-Landi)
Rich bitch (yo yo yo yo)
Rich bitch (yo yo yo Yolandi)
I'm a rich bitch (yo yo yo yo)
A mothafuckin' rich bitch (yo yo yo Yo-Landi)
Wasn't always a rich bitch
Used to be a poor girl
Ag, shame, die arme meisie
Ek wassie wysie (yo yo yo Yo-Landi)
I was a victim of a kak situation
Stuck in the system
With no fokken assistance
I know it sounds strange
But I used to count change
On the counter at pick 'n pay
Or Shoprite-Checkers
No butter on my broodjie
Geen koeldrank nie, net my strootjie
But then I got my game on
Yo flame on (yo yo yo Yo-Landi)
Now I'm a rich bitch (yo yo yo yo)
Rich bitch (yo yo yo Yo-Landi)
I'm a rich bitch (yo yo yo yo)
A mothafuckin' rich bitch (yo yo yo Yo-Landi)
Rich bitch (yo yo yo yo)
Rich bitch (yo yo yo Yo-Landi)
I'm a rich bitch (yo yo yo yo)
A mothafuckin' rich bitch (yo yo yo Yo-Landi)
To all my mense
In a tight situation
Getting closer to god
Do you hear that?
I flow from the heart
Fuck the upperclass
Versigtig, ek's nog steeds fokken giftig
Yo, fuck a rich bitch (yo yo yo Yo-Landi)
Rich bitch (yo yo yo yo)
Rich bitch (yo yo yo Yo-Landi)
I'm a rich bitch (yo yo yo yo)
A mothafuckin' rich bitch (yo yo yo Yo-Landi)
Rich bitch (yo yo yo yo)
Rich bitch (yo yo yo Yo-Landi)
I'm a rich bitch (yo yo yo yo)
A mothafuckin' rich bitch (yo yo yo Yo-Landi)
Eh
Sk sk
Kyk hie'
DJ Hi-Tek
Fokkit
Wha, wha
Wha, wha, wha, wha
I Don't Need You lyrics - Die Antwoord
I don't need you
I don't need you
You're like see through
I don't see you
I don't need you
I don't need you
You're like see through
I don't see you
I'm a playa
Folding paper
From the golden acre
To the over seas
Move over please
The over taker
Hot boude shaker
The fucking answer
The fucking last year
Dit was lekker maar dis nou klaar
You got your pat on the back but you cant fuck with the rising talent of rap
Don't speak to me
Did somebody say something
With the bass pumping
The place jumping
I don't need you
I don't need you
You're like see through
I don't see you
I don't need you
I don't need you
You're like see through
I don't see you
Butt
Fuck all
Exactly
Yeah your nasty
Yeah I'm nasty
I've got the ice cream
Cherry Yoghurt
Yeah you know it
You want a lick of my ice cream
I'm a lucky ducky
I think your sucky fucky
Don't speak to me
Don't speak to me
Did somebody say something
With the bass pumping
The place jumping
I don't need you
I don't need you
You're like see through
I don't see you
I don't need you
I don't need you
You're like see through
I don't see you
The all masa
They been down Wid us
So stay one
I fucking love you
all the other ones
Wid no fucking face
I don't love you
I'm above you
I don't need you
I don't need you
You're like see through
I don't see you
I don't need you
I don't need you
You're like see through
I don't see you
I don't need you
I don't need you
You're like see through
I don't see you
I don't need you
I don't need you
You're like see through
I don't see you
Very Fancy lyrics - Die Antwoord
The $0$, dress so fress,
Sy's very fancy, Hi-tek flows flex
On the street sy hou van my skoene
Like there goes da ou met die Pumas
Did you pay for those shoes bru?
I'm flat broke bra
But free Puma fokken alles coz I rap so gna
Y mc kak n oukie (??)
Ninja's rap maak 'n poppie nat in the broekie
Kykie kykie ons is face to face hie
I'm showing you affection luister baby
I know you need protection jy's a meisie
I'm livin my vida loca and it makes you crazy
What's the big fucking deal?
I'm the big fucking deal.
Flasta's beat's fuckin' ill.
Suckers in my zone getting up to kak
Better pasop or the ninja will fuck you up
[Chorus:]
Not everybody getting money spending money
Not everybody getting money spending money
I'll pop a sucka fuckin' with my pocket money
I'll pop a sucka fuckin' with my pocket money
One, two, three to the four.
Ninja's hardcore I sleep on the floor
Too much love makes you phat like a ganster
Fok dit eks nog steeds fokken honger
Let the N-I-N J to the A clim on the mic
And take you away
The mind's tricky
There's a lot of games it can play
Tell me whats wrong I'll make it OK
Life is a mind fuck you can sing to the lord
But you just the result of everything you were taught
Very fancy when I do my thing to the drum
Ninja says everything you think you become
Cool, I wanna be rich and invisible
Replace poetry play overseas
Ninja only raps with really cool rappers
Now you see me now you don't
Zing zooey zappaz
Very fancy
This beats very fancy
Very fancy
I speak very fancy
[Chorus]
Big bad man from the overseas throws a beat my way
Sommer makes my day
See...
Dagga Puff lyrics - Die Antwoord
[Ninja:] Yo! Wat pomp? Het jy die shit?
[Rompelstompel:] Ja, my bru, jy weet mos.
[N:] Ja, maar nou kyk hier, my bru, jou moet nie my vir 'n fokken poes vat nie
[R:] Kyk hier nou, my bru, ek vat nie vir jou vir 'n poes nie man. Ons ken mos mekaar, is ons kla gepraat?
[N:] Ja, okei, maar ek soek nie daai kak nie. Ek soek die shit. Het jy die fokken shit, my bru?
[R:] Ja, ek het die shit, my bru. Hierdie shit is die shit. Nooit kak nie. Ek sal nooit daai kak vir jou verkoop nie.
Ek staan hier op die fokken hoek. Hulle ken my!
Vra enige iemand, hulle sal vir jou se: "Rompelstompel, ja, daai ou se shit is die shit, my bru."
[N:] So dis die shit, ne?
[R:] Ja my bru dis die shit
[N:] Jy vat my nie vir n fokken poes nie?
[R:] Naai, ek vat nie vir jou vir n poes nie, my bru
[N:] Ok, let's do this.
Dagga dagga puff, dagga dagga puff puff
Ek's lus vir 'n bietjie bobbejaantwak
Let's phone Clive, hook up some love
Dagga dagga dagga dagga puff puff puff
O, liewe Here, man, it smells so good
Stinky sticky fingers
Mull mull mull mull
Roll it up tight, gimme that light
Dagga dagga dagga dagga, aflaai
Spokie in die rokie soos n reenboog
Twee rooi ogies, jus, my mond's so droog
Nogge puff puff, lekker laf lag
Dagga dagga dagga dagga, gag gag gag
Off to the cafe with a rumble in my tum
Got the money for the munchies yum yum yum
Chappies bubblegum, or a bucket full of fun
Dagga dagga dagga dagga, dum dum dum
Early in the morning, smoke a big fat spliff
Nothing quite like it, like a Spaceman Spiff
First you feel kief, then you get muf
Dagga dagga dagga dagga, sif sif sif
What you have to do today? Oh, a lot of stuff
Ag man, los it, bra, take another puff
Jirre, nice laugh, sit jou mind off
Dagga dagga dagga dagga, dof dof dof
Ring-a-ring-a-rosie, rappers bop to the beat
Pass to the left skoppe ill free style
Julle is deep, everyone freak
Dagga dagga dagga dagga, weak weak weak
Lekker insane in the membrane, bro
So many fokken lekker rappers come and go
Used to be the ou, nou's jy fokken flou
Dagga dagga dagga dagga, yo yo yo
Schizophrenic panic, "Shit! It's the fukken cops!"
Kak, man, chill, bru, you fuckin' up my high
My chick is checkin out that guy, kom, ons fukken waai
Dagga dagga dagga dagga, die die die
(drop the beat hi-tek, Jesus Christ)
Dagga dagga puff, dagga dagga puff puff
Ek's lus vir n bietjie bobbejaantwak
Let's phone Clive, hook up some love
Dagga dagga dagga dagga puff puff puff
Spokie in die rokie soos n reenboog
Twee rooi ogies, jus my mond's so droog
Nogge puff puff, lekker lag lag
Dagga dagga dagga dagga, gag gag gag
Off to the cafe with a rumble in my tum
Got the money for the munchies yum yum yum
Chappies bubblegum or bucket full of fun
dagga dagga dagga dagga, dum dum dum
Early in the morning smoke a big fat spliff
Nothing quite like it like a Spaceman Spiff
First you feel kief, then you get muf
Dagga dagga dagga dagga, sif sif sif
Een twee drie vier vyf ses sewe
Rook te veel dagga en dink oor jou lewe
My Best Friend lyrics - Die Antwoord (feat. The Flying Dutchman AKA Neo SA)
[B:] Hello, what you doing here, who are you?
[The Flying Dutchman:] Het jy my tv ??
[B:] My codename is Mikhail Breznikov, but you can call me Bongi
[The Flying Dutchman:] (snort) nice name, where'd you get it? the Waterfront?
[B:] Don't you think I've been mocked enough, because my father, Sipho, did not put a click in my name?
[The Flying Dutchman:] Versin!
[B:] I was taken by the Russians as a slave, but I maintain my Sowetan heritage with this afro.
[The Flying Dutchman:] Verstaan jy Afrikaans?
[B:] stop! English only - I do not understand your language.
[The Flying Dutchman:] mm? why am I here?
[The Flying Dutchman:] Ja waars ons kinders?
[B:] I said English. Can you handle it?
[The Flying Dutchman:] Hmm?
[B:] Because you are cute and I like to lick the chocolate starfish
if you are wondering why my voice is not in sync with my lips,
it is because when I was a little boy my best friend Jacob Zuma taught me how to talk shit
and just like him I have mastered it, and I now talk through my ass as well.
Liewe Maatjies lyrics - Die Antwoord
Uh this is it
A whole lot of blood, sweat and tears
But it paid off, I finally made it
Here I am
Living the dream...
Relax your shoulders
Skud jou modder fokken boude
Grab your phone take a picture
When you see Yo-Landi Vi$$er and the NINJA
Life's tough, hard times can kill...
Sometimes I grab the microphone and go ballistig
Sometimes I grab the mic and skop it like a chill.
This one's goin out to all my gangsters
Dik getinte vensters
Kwaai spoilers
Gedropte suspensions
Spiff rims en kak gevaarlike engines
All I wanna do is zoom zoom zoom
Met 'n poes every doem doem doem
Die Antwoord's n mindfuck soos die fokken Matrix
Have goose bumps from the base kicks
Hello al my liewe maatjies
al my gangsters, al my lighties
Hello al my liewe maatjies
all my blacks, all my coloureds, all my whities.
(I see the clouds get so deep
Die motherfucking antwoord het jou lief)
What's up bru I got the good stuff?
I can get you hooked up
My lullaby's float like a butterfly
Sting like a poesklap
There's a heavy calm in the middle of my storm
Geen fokken skaam, skrik vir niks soos die fokken son
Dik fokken gees
Die Ninja moves free
From the Zef side to the overseas
Skop ek kak gevaarlike poetry
this world is dark, but light reveals the shape of things at night.
$copie lyrics - Die Antwoord
Ho$h, kykie kinders!
Ons gaan mos nou lekker naai, nè?
I got what you want boy, I got what you want
I got what you want boy, you never going to get it
I got what you want boy, I got what you want
No you never going to get it, so you might as well forget it
Yo ninja innie moederfokken huisie
I zone in duk when I move up on a meisie
Hello baby, kiss, kiss! (soen) kykie
Hoesit, kan ek my piel binne in jou poes sit?
Uh, that's how I'm rolling
Poes koel status, zoning for a boning
Rap fantasy with a real life touch
Uh, feel my rush
I'm wys ripping to the bass, tripping off my face
I'm laced, hook you with a phrase, put you in a daze
Rap-rave t-t-t-to the grave sinne binne my
Vat vyf, my piel is styf binne in jou lyf
Say my name! Ninja! We can play a game
Vat 'n kans, my fuckin' rhymes put you in a trance
Skud jou boude, skud-skud jou boude
I hope you can like it in the hole, nè?
[Hook]
Ho$h ninja's back what a fuckin jol
Nog 'n fokken fat track, kom ons klap n zol
Tsek dis kif giftig marijuana
Kom ons vat die twee poppies terug na die kamer
Got 'n bottel brandewyn van sollykramers
My body's like a gladiator's body armour
Feel my force
Haal uit my wors, mors op jou bors
Next, fokkit dis a friday night
Sex, here fokkit, my brains fried
Ek's sien nog 'n poppie daar by die sokkie
Ek soek dis chicks lip-stick op my dip-stick
Ons tsil daar by die speaker
Sy's skaam, ek verstaan, yo haar naam is marieke
Ek sit my hand op haar titte
My piel raak hard soos n nine millimeter
[Hook]
Sies! What die fok issit? Pis?
No man, it's daai vaginal fluids!
Jy lieg!
No really, it are from that chick playing wif her koeksister
Da smell are reminding me of the sea
It makes me want to party bru!
My piel dans so!
No-no-no!
No means yes
I got what you want boy, I got what you want
I got what you want boy, you never going to get it
I got what you want boy, I got what you want
No you never going to get it, so you might as well forget it
But I am the one!
The one wat fokkol poes vanaand gaan kry!
Beat Boy lyrics - Die Antwoord
Beat Boy
Yo Dj Hi-Tek
Drop The Motherfuckin Beat Box Dog
Bring That Next-Level Shit
Uh, Yo, For Real
That’s What I’m Talking About
Check It Out
Totally Psychic, Open Your Mind Quick As The Vibe Kicks
Moederfok It, I Skeem This Vibe’s Rou
Jislaaik Yo
Yo Yo Yo Yo Check Out This Hype Flow
I Go By The Name Of
N-I-N-J To The Motherfuckin A
Straining Your Brain Like Tv Static
Check Out The Phunky 3D Grafix
Rave Visuals, Enter My Digital Zone
As I Recite A Poem On The Microphone
I’m Scoping, 3Rd Eye Strobing, Mind Open, Sweat Streaming
Flesh Gleaming, Best Feeling, High-Energy Peaking, Deep Meanings
Freak When I See Things, Like This Chick In A G-String
Can I Touch You Friend?
[Hook:]
Beat Boy, Beat Boy
Hit That Perfect Beat Boy
Hit That Perfect, Hit That Perfect
Hit That Perfect Beat Boy
[Repeat]
Pump It Uh!, Yo Pump It Uh Uh!
Yo Pump It Uh!
Lick It, Dip It, Twist It, Turn It,
Pump It Uh!, Yo Pump It Uh Uh!
Lick It, Dip It, Twist It, Turn It, Stick It, Dunk It
P-P-P-P-Pump It!
I Think About You When I Masturbate
You Can’t Even Believe It But That’s Ok
On The Microphone I Fascinate
When I Let My 3Rd Eye Exaggerate
Freaky Visions, I Tell You What I See
Cold Concrete Scattered With Dry Leaves
You Naked Lying On The Pavement
People Are Standing Round With Laany Shoes
You Can Hardly Move, You Look Sexy
All Of A Sudden, The Streets Are Empty
You Stand Up, Open Your Eye-Lids
You In A Trench Coat, It’s French, You Look Stylish
You Walk In The Silence, Not Sure What The Time Is
It’s Totally Twilight, The Sky Is Violet
An Abandoned House, Look Ahead You See
Some Open The Door, Yes It’s Me
With The Meanest Penis You Ever Seen
You On Your Period, With No Tampon
You Kneel Down And Get With The Vibe
Your Period Blood Has Crystalized
You Offer Me The Red Crystal, It’s Ill
Grab Hold Of The Mic Tight, Tonight’s The Night
The Vibe Is Live, Pump Up The Base
I Got Tentacles Coming Out My Face
I Rise Into The Air Cut Myself Open
Warm Blood Pours Down All Round
I Speak From The Deep Cut In Between My Thighs
You Covered In Blood Rubbing Your Boobs, Feeling Nice
[Hook]
You Open The Door Step Into The Place
Look Around, Strange Painting On The Walls
A Chick On The Floor On All Fours, Totally Nude
In High Heels, The Vibes Ill
She’s Hand-Cuffed, Ankle Cuffed, Steel Collar
With A Long Lease Attached To The Ceiling
The Scene’s Appealing, Revealing Weird Feelings
Make You Forget About What You Believing
Another Chick Chilling Against The Wall
Flashing Her Boobs, Legs Spread With A Nice Vagina
And A Long Stick, There’s A Nice Big
Painting Above Her Head, Expensive!
You Check Another Chick On All Fours
Chilling Next To Another Chick Lying On The Floor
Legs Spread In The Middle Of The Corridor
Close Shave, Don’t Touch What You Can’t Afford
The Next-Room’s A Bed Room, You Become Two
What I Mean Is: You Plus Another You
You Get Down With Yourself While I Watch
Body Buzzing Like A Bed Of A Billion Bees
You Kneel Down In Front Of The Other You
Time To Learn Something New
The One Kneeling Is A Slave
Kneel For The Master
Feel The Warm Hand On The Back Of Your Head
You Got A Tattoo On The Back Of Your Neck
An Infinity Sign That Represents Your Past
Your Master Touches You On Your Tattoo
And Removes Your Tattoo, Now You Brand New
I’m Proud Of You Dear
There’s Nothing You Not Allowed To Do Here
Listen To Me, The Infinity Tattoo Is A Key
Let Go To My Rhyme And Open Your Mind
[Hook]
Lift Up Your Dress, Open Up Your Legs
Your Vaginas Sewn Up, Untie The Thread
My Sublime Rhyme Inside Your Head
Your Mind Is Rushing, Vagina Gushing
Another Chick In The Corner Taking A Piss
It Looks Nice, The Whole Vibe Is Totally Kinky
Look Around, The New Room Is Fancy
Remove Your Fur Coat, Remove Your Panties
I’m Rocking A Suit And A Black Face Mask
I Ejaculate In Champaign Glass
Your Precious Flesh Is So Mysterious
Pierce Your Nipples With Two Long Needles
Like A Crucifix, Take You To Another Level
While I Get My Freak On, The Vibe Is Mental
Transcendental, We Somewhere Else Now
Still Rocking A Mask, But I’ve Taken Off My Suit
You Rocking A Mask Too, Shaking Your Nice Boobs
I Tell You I Like You, You Feel My Piel
We Start French Kissing With Flippin Long Tongues
We Somewhere Else Now, You Dressed Conservative
I Transform Into A Big Black God
Feel The Realness, My Dick’s Lank Hard
You Can’t Belive It, A Dick In Your Palm
As Big As Your Arm, We Somewhere Else Now
A Hospital Uh! Get Ready For The Operation
Lot Of Guys Chilling Behind You, Blasts From The Past
All Rocking A Mask, Penises Out
Drop Your Panties For The Surgeon
“I’m Not A Virgin” It’s Not A Problem
Look In The Mirror, You Can See It’s You
You Got Two Nice Boobs And A Penis Too
[Hook]
The Men In The Masks Gather Round The Patient
Waiting In Anticipation
The Old Surgeon Says “Can You See This?”
“A Beautiful Woman With A Brand New Penis!”
You Klap The Surgeon, Flip Him Right Round
Bend Him Over, Lift His White Gown
Gryp The Surgeon’s Milky Butt-Cheeks
Rape The Surgeon, Break The Surgeon
Absorb You Penis Into Your Tummy
You A Woman Again, Complete With A Vagina
I’m Flipping My Rhyme Uh!
Tripping Your Mind Out
Ripping And Vipping Your Pip
Flip It Inside-Out
Now You The Teacher, You The Guide
The Real You Won’t See You Denied
You Got Crazy Sex Appeal, All Tied Up
Kneeling On The Pavement, You Can’t Say Shit
Your Mouth Is Gagged, You Surrounded By
A Thousand Guys Totally Under Your Spell
They All Totally Scared Of The Power You Hold
You Can Changed The Rules Of The Game And Devour Their Souls
Now’s The Time Girl
Let’s Head Back Into The Outside World
The World Of Others, It’s Time To Go Back
The Doors Are Stuck Shut But The Walls Are Beginning To Crack
Uh! Now The Walls Are Bleeding
It’s All Deceiving, You Soaking Wet
With No Regrets, Feel Your Body Sweat Blood
Peel Off Your Old Skin, Time To Get Love
You Arrive At The Cemetery In Time For The Ceremony
I Give You A Hot Kiss, Grab Hold Of Your Arse Cheeks
How’d You Like To Get Laid On This
Tomb Stone In The Middle Of The Rain Forest
My Gaze Puts You In A Dase, I’m Loving Your Long Tongue
Look At Your Beautiful Face, Covered In Hot Come
Spread My Wings Block Out The Sun
Lie On My Back, Scope Out Your Bum
My Penis Stays Hard, You Breathing Heavily
I Penetrate You, The Feelings Heavenly
Now Bounce Girl, You Know It’s Hot
Bounce, Bounce Girl Like, Oh My God!
Totally Freaky Deaky Phunky
Wad:E Make You Leave Your Body
Transport You To Another Dimension
You Alone In The Desert, Totally Nude
The Silence Is Violent
You Floating Above The Ground
Invisible Energies Penetrate
Every Hole In Your Body While You Levitate
You Start Coming Apart, Shape-Shifting
Wild, Out Of Control
Destructo
Ghan Odn Ar
Dbir Vahniss
Dgug Rgyud
Hgyur Bzan
Bhren Sseh
Ehrsta Sugam
Satah!
Super Evil lyrics - Die Antwoord
Ons is fokken mal
Kom ons slag 'n koei
Hang hom onderstebo
Nou gaan hy lekker bloei
Okay mannetjie, tyd vir jou les
Yo jissis vrou, waar’s die fokken mes?
(hier so!!)
Fokkit
Yes Yes Yes
Eugene terror met die 666
My moer my vrou flow is rou
Reimpies, skop en donner
Maak gou pappie
Ons is fokken honger
Hou jou bek jou klein frek
Waar is jou respek?
Haal jou vinger uit jou hol
Waar’s my fokken zol?
Jissis - klein Frikkie, neus vol snot
(God asseblief - gooi weg daai vrot rot)
Hierso’s 'n spliff Pappie
Hierdie goed skop
Kyk die vol maan!
Hierdie kak is aan die gang
Almal!!
Eugene Terror!!!
Dis my fokken naam
Put your hands together
Kom ons bid saam
Super Evil, I am your enemy
Super Evil, I am your enemy
Klein kappie, kaftan
Wat’s aan die gang?
Spliff in my hand
Bokkie aan die kant
Groot dagga blaar op my voorkop YO
(Ek hou vannie rooi, groen en gou oppie mou)
Ons is fokken rou
Ons is fokken nou
Ons is fokken hier
Waar’s die fokken bier
Kom nou seun, eet daardie been
Nee dankie pa
Ek’s 'n vegetarien
Jy’s 'n fokken poes
Kyk jou fokken hemp
Wat staan daar, ANC?
Is jy getik in jou kop?
Ons is die AWB
Boerewors, shambok, wys met die vleis
Rotgif in my spliff
Kaftan wit
As ons satan gaan aanbid
[cough cough]
Raah, kykie wille bulletjie
Ma, ek voellie lekke nie
Hierso, vat ‘n pilletjie
Super Evil, I am your enemy
Super Evil, I am your enemy
Antibiotika is lekker
Dit laat my beter voel
Aaaah – nou voel ek lekker!
Vat ‘n sluk van my black alien juice
Ek vat ‘n fokken sluk
Then I transform
Ons skud op die dansvloer
Get your arse warm
Die Beste
Vetse
Moederfokken Zefste
Suid Afrikanse rap-rave master
Ninja's on attack, aah
Check ons funny rapper
Fokken alien soos Wikus van der Merwe
Geen fokken skaam
Baby, I’m on..
the microphone with a black alien arm
Fuck up your brain soos ‘n ill kop stamp
Fok!
Like my fuckin name was Neil Blomkamp
Super Evil, I am your enemy
Super Evil, I am your enemy
Ninja –aka killer prawn
Yo-landi Visser – aka fok julle naaiers,
You know who you are
Jou ma se poes in ‘n vispaste jar
[Sample]
“Toe nou pa, moenie so te kere gaan nie.
Wat moet die mense van ons dink?”
“Man, hulle kan dink net wat hulle wil.
Ek gee okkie eers om nie.”
Doos Dronk lyrics - Die Antwoord (feat. Jack Parow and Fokofpolisiekar)
Jack Parow? Daar's die man nou!
Party, party, party, party...!
hosh ja! Here maar ek's in my poes in.
Dude ek's moerefokken wasted.
Hello hoe lyk dit, ek en jy naked?
Kyk hier kyk hier
Fok jou, kom ons gaan koop 'n vokken dop gou
Kom baby score my die Witblitz
Sit terug, vat 'n fokken sluk van die Klipdrift.
Ah shut up you fuckin bastard
Don't fuck around with the drunken master
Kyk hier jy jou ma se poena
Don't want gehelp van my kopseer
Heppa!
Kyk jy na my, ek is in rapper!
Ons party nou mos nou lekker!
La-di da-di
Party, party, party, party!
[Chorus]
Doosdronk,
stomp rond skop my hond
Poes jou in the mond
En val op die grond
Doosdronk,
God, waar is my hond?
Le in my kots en
Vrot in die tronk
Party, party, party, party, party, party, party...
Party, party, party, party, party, party, party...
Waar's die papsak?
Jissis ek's heeltemal fucked up
Score daai fokken dubbel poes my vrou en coke
Jis ek dig die liedjie
Kom ons gooi 'n bietjie breekdans
Kyk hie my piel doen so 'n beweging
Look at this...
Ek soek 'n pis.
Gaan piss in die hoek
Oh fok, ek dink ek't gepis in my broek
Gee vir my 'n fokking ding, waar is die shooter
Los it!
Don't be a party pooper
Blaas die hooter...
Ons se nou baie dankie, vir die drankie!
Wat sal ons doen sonder 'n drankie
Bokkies, boerewors en rugby?
Don't worry be happy happy.
happy, happy, happy, happy...
[Repeat Chorus]
Party, party, party, party, party, party, party...
Party, party, party, party, party, party, party...
Waar's die sleutels? Fok it ons...
Ek weet nie, look in your pocket
Jy'd dit gehad
Fok jou!
God vrou ek poes daai bek van jou potblou
Fok jou! Hond... you vuil fokken hond!
Wie's jy? Niks! Jy's niks...
ag kom aan ouens losit, fokit, dropit
kom ons sit nog 'n dop in
You fokken bitch!
ooh vok
Dis de polisie, meneer staan weg van die meisie
Kyk weer jy's a fokken siesieman
Ag kak, fok of polisiekar!
[Chorus]
Help om di blanks in te vul of reg te maak
In Your Face lyrics - Die Antwoord
Jealousy makes you nasty
In your face!
[Ninja]
Yo-landi Vi$$er, gooi!
[Yo-landi]
Bam!
You don't know who I am
I'm a phenomenon that you can never understand
You don't know where I come from! You don't know where I hang!
I fuck you when I slam with my motherfucking slang
We're coming with the hot stuff drop it like it's warm
Pretty fokken wise hier getattoo op my arm
Ag shame if Yo-landi Vi$$er's fucking with your brain
Don't think about it too much you'll pop a fokken vein
Like b-b-b-boom gimme fucking room!
You're chilling in the fast lane fucking up my zoom
Lekker fokken brain strain keeping up with this shit
All up in the main vain keep it fucking twisted
People think they know me but they don't know shit
Follow my every move, sniff the seat after I sit
Make you feel it when I spit want ek spoeg jou fokken nat
All I know is that I'm blowing up like jissus what the fuck? wat?
Jealousy makes you nasty
In your face!
Ninja!
Boom! Gimme fuckin' room
I'm coming from the dark side of the fuckin' moon
I'm a god or a devil
Harder than metal
Ya I'm a rebel!
Fuck you if you're not on my level
Lot of nosy naaiers digging in my past
Like an irritating little finger in my ass
Ja sure Ninja changed a little since he left school
So did you but the thing is you a little less cool
Look at me now man, damn!
I don't know where I am
What must I do with all this fucking money in my hand?
Used to be a no one, now I'm the fucking man
With this fuck-you money to say fuck you cause I can
Jissis guys
This is nice
Chilling up in motherfucking business class
Take this hot face cloth wipe my bum
Get it lekker fucking ready so that you can kiss my ass
Jealousy makes you nasty
In your face!
Fok jou!
Fok of! Fok jou!
Fok of! Fok jou!
Fok of! Fok jou!
Fok of! Fok jou!
Fok of! Fok jou!
Fok of! Fok jou!
Fok of! Fok jou!
Fok of! Fok jou!...
Here is something you can't understand
How I can just flip the fuckin script
En vat n kans to rap in Afrikaans
Jy's fokken gebritish ek's a motherfuckin frans
Huh wat? Jissie!
Ek weetie war ek issie!
Ek rap nie nou in Engels nie want ek's nie fokken lus nie!
N klomp honde naaiers dink ons is a grap my blaar
Moenie worry nie, no one knows who the fuck they are
They must brush their teeth to take away that sif taste from
Hul ma se etterige poese in vis paste jars
Bons! Jy's nou saam met ons!
Ons wil fokken kak soek! Ons wil fokken gons!
Ons will fokken fucked raak! Ons wil fokken kak praat!
Yo ons wil n hele klomp moederfokken zak maak!
Hello my naam is Ninja ek bly daar onder in Kaapstad.
Hello my naam is Yo-landi I used to be a plat-sak.
Hello my name is DJ Hi-Hi-Tek I make the beat the beat,
Get the fuck out of the kitchen if you cannot take the heat.
Jealousy makes you nasty
In your face!
Respect my authority!
Evil Boy lyrics - Die Antwoord (feat. Wanga)
Vuil-geboosted gangsta!
Vuil-geboosted gangsta!
Vuil-geboosted vuil-geboosted vuil-geboosted gangsta!
Vuil-geboosted gangsta!
Vuil-geboosted gangsta!
Vuil-geboosted vuil-geboosted vuil-geboosted gangsta!
Yo, evil boy, why is your incanca so big?
All the better to love you with!
No glove, no love;
If you don't believe me
Take your dirty hands off my umthondo wisizwe!
Happy! Happy! Joy! Joy!
Crush! Kill! Destroy! Gooi!
Car crash rap style!
Ah man that's wild!
Evil boy rap time!
People gooi zap signs!
Full fuckin' flex! Fre$!
Mega zef! Go!
Everybody go, "Ho!" like a Thundercat
I'm all up in the club in my underpants
No shirt on 'cause it's fucking hot
Let's go, Diplo, pump it up!
Girls wanna say hello to me
From the Zef side to the fucking overseas
I'm lookin' at who's lookin' at me
Lookin' at you lookin' back, who can that be?
When I'm all up in this
Bitch, you know who the motherfuck it is
Roll through the club like a Tokoloshe;
Ninjas hung like a fuckin' horse
Yeah, girl, I'm a freak of nature:
Sign my name on your boob, fuck a piece of paper
If you feelin' me, cool. Not feelin' me? Fuck off
Wies jy? Fokkol. Umnqundu wakho
Yo, evil boy, why is your incanca so big?
All the better to love you with!
No glove, no love;
If you don't believe me
Take your dirty hands off my umthondo wisizwe!
Yo, evil boy, why is your incanca so big?
All the better to love you with!
No glove, no love;
If you don't believe me
Take your dirty hands off my umthondo wisizwe!
[Wanga:]
Mamelapa, umnqundu wakho!
Andifuni ukuyaehlatini
Sukubammba incanca yam
Andi so stabani
Incanca yam yeyamantobi
Incanca yam iclean
Incanca inamandla
Ndiyinkwekwe enkulu
Angi funi ukuba yeendota
[English translation:
"Listen here
Want to go to the bush with you
Don't touch my penis
I'm not a gay
This penis is for the girls
My penis is clean
My penis is strong
I am a big boy
Don't want to be a man"]
Evil boy for life!
Evil boy for life! Yebo!
Evil boy for life!
Evil boy for life! Yebo!
Evil boy for life!
Yo, evil boy, why is your incanca so big?
All the better to love you with!
No glove, no love;
If you don't believe me
Take your dirty hands off my umthondo wisizwe!
Yo, evil boy, why is your incanca so big?
All the better to love you with!
No glove, no love;
If you don't believe me
Take your dirty hands off my umthondo wisizwe!
Yo-Landi Vi$$er so fancy like this dope-ass beat;
Rock the motherfuckin' microphone with no panties
I'm a bad ass chick, you're my black magic
Spelletjies make all the boys go, "Damn, that's sick."
Lie down on the bed, boy, let me light the candles
Uh-uh, don't touch, Yo-Landi just too hot to handle
Blindfold you, lock your hands up with the handcuffs
Even though you're lying down, I can make you stand up
Spirits in the room tickle you like a sneaky prawn
Fuck a pen and pad, I write my raps with a Ouija board
Draw a pentagram on your chest with my lipstick
Visions in the mirror: heavy Zef futuristic
Let me take your pants off. Let's see what you made of
Go through your pockets. No, we not gonna make love
Go through your wallet. Whoa! Look at all this paper!
What a fuckin' sucker. See you later, masturbator
Yo, evil boy, why is your incanca so big?
All the better to love you with!
No glove, no love;
If you don't believe me
Take your dirty hands off my umthondo wisizwe!
Yo, evil boy, why is your incanca so big?
All the better to love you with!
No glove, no love;
If you don't believe me
Take your dirty hands off my umthondo wisizwe!
Nana, nanana!
You can't fuck with this, ou!
Blah blah blah, whatever
Watch a million fuckin' kids go:
"Nana, nanana!
Super fokken fresh flow!"
Ninja, Wanga & Yo-Landi Vi$$er
Versus Diplo!
Fish Paste lyrics - Die Antwoord
Uh, this one's dedicated to all, the haters out there
Jealous of us because, we're better than you
Yo-Landi Vi$$er, bring the spice
[Hook:]
Jou ma se poes in a fish paste jar
Jou ma se poes in a fish paste jar
Moenie kom kak praat nie my blaar
Yo-Landi Vi$$er! Fresh in da flesh and da picture!
Jou ma se poes in a fish paste jar
He was the wrong ninja to fuck wif!
Yo, I am the ninja in charge over here (wat?)
No fear when I scope a rhyme in your ear (fuck)
With the wrong ninja this time what's the matter you
Should've known better to fuck with a ninja with an attitude
I wasn't mad at you but now you're mad at me an jealous
Little stink poofy rappers like Anthony and Dennis
Lemme help to make you famous
Jesus but you rap kak
When you rap you actually sound like you're having a fat kak
(Yoo)
Sies!
Why you so obsessed with me? ohh
Jesus Christ you should see how these boys stalk me
Follow my every move like a sea-point moffie
Fuck you! and all your odd lyrics!
Ek maak klaar met n spif quote from the liks
Yo, there's not a rapper out there who can touch me
If you don't believe me, run up and try to punch me
[Hook]
I hang with fuckin coloreds cause I am a fucking colored
If I wanna be a colored
(Hosh)
My inner colored just wants to be discovered
Jou fokken naai skinner aan
Elke fokken poes is pienk aan die binnekant
Zed to the e to the motherfuckin' f
One time! Lekker fuckin' zef zef zef!
Fuck this poes in the skinny jeans
Joh maar jy's trendy
(Swak)
Soos n fuckin kak jol by assembly
Why do I call myself a ninja you ask me?
Cause my style's so motherfuckin' nasty
Is ja!
Nothing you can say or do can harm me
Ek's kak fuckin common, jy's n flou fuckin laanie
Fuck with Die Antwoord you fuck with the army!
Our fans are mal bergie
When they bite they don't let go
Like skraal staffies, ask kyle stafie
Kyle's momma is a big fat bitch!
[Hook]
Yo, I'm the ninja in charge
I can't even fuckin believe my dick is so large
Make room! it's doom!
We lauch a full frontal assalt with the boom
Yo-Landi Vi$$er rub the fucking salt in the wound!
My style is wild make you warp your faces
Got style comin' out of all sorts of places
Raak wys!
Ninja flex fresh
Ek's original boy, fuck sweat x
Hey, wie die fok is dit?
Spoek mathambo is a spank rock look-a-like
Rap-a-like siff little parasite gah!
Fuck every one of your whack tracks
Marcus wormstorm is short and fat
I represent the underdog you know my steez
I'm represented by a label in the overseas
Yo Amsterdam yes I am the man
Got the cash in hand and I'm splashing rands
Tpounds, dollars, yen euros, I used to be a zero
Now I rap to the track like a super fucken hero
Superninja's coming like a bullet
Leaping over buildings, waving at the children
[Hook]
I's plain to see, you can't change me
Cause imma be a ninja for life
Yo I'm a ninja he's a ninja she's a ninja we's a ninjas
Wouldn't you like to be a ninja too?
She Makes Me A Killer lyrics - Die Antwoord
Never make a pretty woman your wife
Never make a pretty woman your wife, why?
You can't trust that funny look in her eye
Never make a pretty woman your wife
How can a angel break my heart?
Life's hard! I'm just trying to play my part
But she keeps pushing me, pushing me, pushing me, pushing me
Yo yo yo yo! ok, let's go
After a lekker (hot) zef show there by tings n times
This hot chick steps to me and says, "I dig your rhymes!"
I said, "thanks", you know and played it shmoove
She said, "ninja, can't you sign your name on my boob?"
I said, "no problem, what's your name?" "sophie"
OK, okey dokey!
waarsie fokken koki? (where's the fuckin marker pen)
I wrote 'ninja was here', it looked fuckin ill
Plus I wrote my number and I drew a duk fokken piel (a nice big penis)
I said, "don't be afraid!", sophie said, "I'm not afraid"
Then sophie came down to cape town for the holiday
I took her to the waterfront, fokken lekker laaney (very fuckin fancy)
I got a chip roll, she ordered calamari
Yo we had a nice time plus alot of white wine
Soon it was night time, 300 buck bill
Fine, paid the bill, signed, ass on my mind
Sophie said I was a lucky catch of a guy
300 bucks is not too much to splash for a naai (a fuck)
Took her back my place, mummies watching soapies
Lamming in her stokies (chillin in her slippers), mummy this is sophie
"oh, hi sophie!" boom! boom! boom!
Let's go back to my room, yo this shit's fuckin on
Then sophie said, "I didn't know you live with your mom!"
"this is not what I expected! sorry this is hectic!"
Just gooi me wif (hook me up with) a blow-job! "no!" wat?
Oh I understand! let's go maybe naai (fuck) in the back seat
"what the fuck do you think I am?" I think you fuckin sexy!
"just take me to my hotel!" bitch, call a taxi!
Nou sit ek soos n jagse doos sonder n ereksie!
(now here I sit like a horny idiot with an erection)
How can a angel break my heart?
Life's hard! I'm just trying to play my part
But she keeps pushing me, pushing me, pushing me, pushing me!
Pushing and pushing and pushing! pushing and fuckin pushing!
A woman is more dangerous than a loaded pistol
They promise you heaven, give you hell!
My little baby is driving me crazy!
She makes me a killer
She makes me a killer
She makes me a killer
She makes me a killer
She makes me a killer
She makes me a killer
She makes me a killer
She makes me a killer
Never make a pretty woman your wife
Never make a pretty woman your wife
Why?
You can't trust that funny look in her eye
Never make a pretty woman your wife
If you feeling horny put your hands up
Ninja 'bout to kick a little story 'bout miranda
I was out dopping by the purple turtle hanging wif some homies
Skopped one too many dops (kicked back one too many drinks),
damn I need to go pee!
I'm on my to take a piss and I see this $copie (girl you have your eye on)
She looked just like a coloured angelina jolie
The cherry looked very happy to see me, "mister!"
"aren't you the rapper from the tv?" is ja
I couldn't help staring at those nice tits
Chilling just below them big fat blow job lips
Plus a g-string all up in that salty crack
I said, "shit! I need to piss but I'll be back!"
That night was a fuckin jol (party), think it was a Thursday
DJ bumped some 50, go shorty it's your birthday
Miranda asked me in when I dropped her back at her place
On the veranda ninja fucked miranda on the first date
And everything was hunky fuckin dory
Then comes the twist to this funky little story
At my next live show
Guess who's in the front row staring at me like a psycho
Miranda's big green hawk eyes
Glued to the ninja like a red beam all night
After the show ninja gets rushed by a bunch of poppies (groupies)
I tell miranda, here's some money go buy yourself a doppie (drink)
So I'm there signing autographs, smoking a doobie
"can I get your autograph?" sure show me your boobies
All of a sudden miranda busts in, making a spectacle!
Grabs me by the nuts and starts breaking my testicles
Jassis! I nearly smacked her cos (jesus! I nearly hit her cause)
Those heavy fuckin claws digging
Into my balls was very fuckin sore!
Eweskielik n hele klomp fokken koppe draai
(all of a sudden a whole bunch of fuckin heads turn)
Miranda says, "tsy! vat jy my vir n fokken naai?"
(hey! are you taking me for a fucking fool?)
How can a angel break my heart?
Life's hard! I'm just trying to play my part
But she keeps pushing me, pushing me, pushing me, pushing me!
Pushing and pushing and pushing! pushing and fuckin pushing!
A woman is more dangerous than a loaded pistol
They promise you heaven, give you hell!
My little baby is driving me crazy!
She makes me a killer
She makes me a killer
She makes me a killer
She makes me a killer
She makes me a killer
She makes me a killer
She makes me a killer
She makes me a killer
Never make a pretty woman your wife
Never make a pretty woman your wife
Why?
You can't trust that funny look in her eye
Never make a pretty woman your wife
Jesus christ!
Why do chicks always have to be so fuckin complicated?
Like this one chick, lazaan, was fuckin into me!
Plus she was a virgin!
So this one time me and lazaan was smoking a zol
There by dj hi-tek's crib
When she says to me, "can't we be alone?"
So I took her to hi-tek's room
About to close the door, and drop the bomb
I said, "I got the bong", she said, "I got the herb!"
I told dj hi-tek, "do not disturb!"
Then bada-bada-bing! bada-bada-bomb!
I put the flame on the motherfuckin bong!
Like (bubble bubble!) now the heat is on!
Lazaan told me she wanted me to be the one
I started slow and sexy, yo I'ma getting some
Punani-nani! punani-num-num!
Like bada-bada-bam! bada-bada-boom!
When hi-tek walks in the motherfuckin room!
Like, fuckin blind (stupid)
There I was giving it to her from behind
I said, "what's the matter bro?"
"dj hi-tek you wanna have a go?"
Lazaan starts having this moerse (massive) fuckin freak out!
There I am standing like a doos (idiot) with my dick out!
She's kicking me! slapping! teeth flaring! swearing!
I thought barny said: 'sharing is caring!'
How can a angel break my heart?
Life's hard! I'm just trying to play my part
But she keeps pushing me, pushing me, pushing me, pushing me!
Pushing and pushing and pushing! pushing and fuckin pushing!
A woman is more dangerous than a loaded pistol
They promise you heaven, give you hell!
My little baby is driving me crazy!
She makes me a killer
She makes me a killer
She makes me a killer
She makes me a killer
She makes me a killer
She makes me a killer
She makes me a killer
She makes me a killer
Evil Boy - F**k You In The Face Mix lyrics - Die Antwoord
Vuil-geboosted gangsta!
Vuil-geboosted gangsta!
Vuil-geboosted vuil-geboosted vuil-geboosted gangsta!
Vuil-geboosted gangsta!
Vuil-geboosted gangsta!
Vuil-geboosted vuil-geboosted vuil-geboosted gangsta!
Yo, evil boy, why is your incanca so big?
All the better to love you with!
No glove, no love;
If you don't believe me
Take your dirty hands off my umthondo wisizwe!
Happy! Happy! Joy! Joy!
Crush! Kill! Destroy! Gooi!
Car crash rap style!
Ah man that's wild!
Evil boy rap time!
People gooi zap signs!
Full fuckin' flex! Fre$!
Mega zef! Go!
Everybody go, "Ho!" like a Thundercat
I'm all up in the club in my underpants
No shirt on 'cause it's fucking hot
Let's go, Diplo, pump it up!
Girls wanna say hello to me
From the Zef side to the fucking overseas
I'm lookin' at who's lookin' at me
Lookin' at you lookin' back, who can that be?
When I'm all up in this
Bitch, you know who the motherfuck it is
Roll through the club like a Tokoloshe;
Ninjas hung like a fuckin' horse
Yeah, girl, I'm a freak of nature:
Sign my name on your boob, fuck a piece of paper
If you feelin' me, cool. Not feelin' me? Fuck off
Wies jy? Fokkol. Umnqundu wakho
Yo, evil boy, why is your incanca so big?
All the better to love you with!
No glove, no love;
If you don't believe me
Take your dirty hands off my umthondo wisizwe!
Yo, evil boy, why is your incanca so big?
All the better to love you with!
No glove, no love;
If you don't believe me
Take your dirty hands off my umthondo wisizwe!
[Wanga:]
Mamelapa, umnqundu wakho!
Andifuni ukuyaehlatini
Sukubammba incanca yam
Andi so stabani
Incanca yam yeyamantobi
Incanca yam iclean
Incanca inamandla
Ndiyinkwekwe enkulu
Angi funi ukuba yeendota
[English translation:
"Listen here
Want to go to the bush with you
Don't touch my penis
I'm not a gay
This penis is for the girls
My penis is clean
My penis is strong
I am a big boy
Don't want to be a man"]
Evil boy for life!
Evil boy for life! Yebo!
Evil boy for life!
Evil boy for life! Yebo!
Evil boy for life!
Yo, evil boy, why is your incanca so big?
All the better to love you with!
No glove, no love;
If you don't believe me
Take your dirty hands off my umthondo wisizwe!
Yo, evil boy, why is your incanca so big?
All the better to love you with!
No glove, no love;
If you don't believe me
Take your dirty hands off my umthondo wisizwe!
Yo-Landi Vi$$er so fancy like this dope-ass beat;
Rock the motherfuckin' microphone with no panties
I'm a bad ass chick, you're my black magic
Spelletjies make all the boys go, "Damn, that's sick."
Lie down on the bed, boy, let me light the candles
Uh-uh, don't touch, Yo-Landi just too hot to handle
Blindfold you, lock your hands up with the handcuffs
Even though you're lying down, I can make you stand up
Spirits in the room tickle you like a sneaky prawn
Fuck a pen and pad, I write my raps with a Ouija board
Draw a pentagram on your chest with my lipstick
Visions in the mirror: heavy Zef futuristic
Let me take your pants off. Let's see what you made of
Go through your pockets. No, we not gonna make love
Go through your wallet. Whoa! Look at all this paper!
What a fuckin' sucker. See you later, masturbator
[Ninja (Yo-Landi Vi$$er):]
Listen that ... bitch
I went from fokol to so fokken hot
Right now, I'll put you in your place!
Motherfucker, skrik wakker,
We coming through, pumping you full of bass!
Fok rustig, eks apokaliptikal,
(fucking you in the face!)
Zef cherries tioon my, "spieg my fokken hol nat"
Fuck everyone, eyes on the prize when I go for the jugular
Surprise me or fuck of and die when I remind you of how much you suck!
Everyone's so fucken so-so
(yo, we've been sent to fuck you up!)
Zef techno mosh-pit gangsta nommer een kind
Everything you rap about comes true if you got some freakin' balls
But mind your tongue when you rhyme on the drum; gaan vra vir Biggie Smalls
I gotta rock if you motherfucking like it or not
(yo, is you ready for)
This hostile take over?
Bow to the fokken master
My slang is banging,
I'm freaking the fuck out of myself!
Yo, I'm my biggest fan
'Cause, buddy, when you man down,
No fokken hands out
When you really need a hand
Machine gun rapper
(lekker budda-budda, motherfucker)
Yo, I'm bigger than Koos Kombuis se ma se fokken poes!
[Yo-Landi Vi$$er:]
Nana, nanana!
You can't fuck with this, ou!
Blah blah blah, whatever
Watch a million fuckin' kids go:
"Nana, nanana!
Super fokken fresh flow!"
Ninja, Wanga & Yo-Landi Vi$$er
Versus Diplo!
2•GOLDEN DAWN•7 lyrics - Die Antwoord
[Ninja:]
I've seen it all
Face carved out of stone, unreadable
Pretty wise and ugly on the skin
Lovely from within
[Yo-Landi:]
Baby I love you, and my love is true
You're my everything, I will do anything for you
I would give up all this pretty real shit for you
If you're sad I cry for you, if I have to I'll die for you
Baby I love you, and my love is true
You're my everything, I will do anything for you
I would give up all this pretty real shit for you
If you're sad I cry for you, if I have to I'll die for you
[Ninja:]
I am the man, the myth, Ninja dominator (Salut, Ninja!)
Fuckboy come sneak this bitch
Fuck you, I'm the danger
I do this thing called whatever the fuck I want (dare you to look)
I'll show you that I can if you tell me that I can't
The fucking thunder pound, with the underground
Crack, dope, banana whippin'
One life, two wives, 'cause I fuck it up when I slam
We don't explain, we don't complain, just stick to the fuckin' mission
Set the standard, take the lead, eliminate the competition
I seen it all
When you comin' up and all the motherfuckers wanna see you fall
I don't ever drop the ball, and I'm popping off, so fuck 'em all
I'm on a mission impossible, yo fuckin' unstoppable
Baby, let's rock and roll
[Yo-Landi:]
Baby I love you, and my love is true
You're my everything, I will do anything for you
I would give up all this pretty real shit for you
If you're sad I cry for you, if I have to I'll die for you
Baby I love you, and my love is true
You're my everything, I will do anything for you
I would give up all this pretty real shit for you
If you're sad I cry for you, if I have to I'll die for you
Motherfuckers feelin' my passion, others feelin' my pain
Got a lotta real fucked up shit goin' on in my brain
I walk the ledge and I'm on the edge and I'm really tryna maintain
All I wanna do is bust out and go motherfucking insane
I crush it up and I roll it up and I spark it up and I bam
Yo pump it up, I been comin' up, 'cause I fuck it up when I slam
I'm all about that sick hit, I'm all about that rush
Yo an untouchable, try me bitch, and you're gonna get touched
I seen it all
Been through hell and back, but I beat 'em all
I do this thing called whatever the fuck I want
I'll show yo dad I can if he tell me that I can't
[Ninja:]
I'm a zef African American
Big guns, we carry them
Our baby mommas, we marry them
Fake motherfuckers, we bury them
I'm a zef African American
Big guns, we carry them
Our baby mommas, we marry them
Fake motherfuckers, we bury them
[Yo-Landi:]
Baby I love you, and my love is true
You're my everything, I will do anything for you
I would give up all this pretty real shit for you
If you're sad I cry for you, if I have to I'll die for you
Baby I love you, and my love is true
You're my everything, I will do anything for you
I would give up all this pretty real shit for you
If you're sad I cry for you, if I have to I'll die for you
Hi-Tek five-thousand
Age Of Illusion lyrics - Die Antwoord
It's the age of illusion
The age of illusion
Everyone is beautiful
Everything is fine
In the land of illusion
The water babies speak Japanese
And the faeries drink wine
Everyone is beautiful
Everyone is gay
In the land of illusion
We paint our faces with chocolate cake
And everything's okay
Ja, ja, ja, ha
Let's go
Ja, yo, let's go
To the land of illusion
The land of illusion
Everyone is beautiful
Everything is chill
Everyone is famous
Everyone is happy
Let's pop another blue pill
Blue pills
I got mad blue pills
Blue pills
I got big black pupils
Naze watashi wa nihon ga daisuki nano desu ka
Naze watashi wa nihon ga daisuki nano desu ka
Watashi wa zense de nihonjin deshita ka
Tabun
Tabun
In the land of illusion
The land of illusion
Everyone is beautiful
Everything is fine
In the land of illusion
The water babies speak Japanese
And the faeries drink wine
Babaji lyrics - Die Antwoord
(Ong Namo Guru Dev Namo)
Your soul is unique
Babaji speaks the truth
I know what you seek
What you seek is seeking you
(Ong Namo Guru Dev Namo)
Babaji
My child you were not born to suffer
Babaji
Stop fucking around and become who you are
Babaji
Nah we were not born to suffer
Babaji
We were born to flex child you a superstar
(Ong Namo Guru Dev Namo)
Good morning starshine the Earth says hello
Babaji got your back kid, I'll never let you go
Focus, we never ever let shit spin out wild out of control
Take a deep breath, calm down, relax
Your breath connects your mind, body and soul
(Ong Namo Guru Dev Namo)
Your soul is unique
Babaji speaks the truth
I know what you seek
What you seek is seeking you
Your heart gets broken
Until it opens
The sleepwalker has awoken
I have spoken
Mamelani
Ndingu ndiNguye
Qondile makhosi
Ndithandaza ubumna
Qondile makhosi
Ndiphahlwe ngamadlozi
Qondile makhosi
KwiZwe loMoya neleNyama
NdiyiNkosi
UBomi bunzima, ngamasimba
Uba ukopol'amaqhinga namasimba
K'ba nzim'unyuk' amaqhina, uman'usindwa
Sudlala ngeXesha qina sebenza nzima
UBomi buba lula, xa usebenza nzima
Kodwa xa ubuthatha lula, ubomi buba nzima
Vuka phambi kophuma kweLanga, uzithandaze
Vuka phambi kophuma kweLanga, uzithandaze, qhayisa!
Ndiyi nyaniso
Ndiyi nyaniso
(Ong Namo Guru Dev Namo)
Babaji
My child you were not born to suffer
Babaji
Stop fucking around and become who you are
Babaji
Nah we were not born to suffer
Babaji
We were born to flex child you a superstar
(Ong Namo Guru Dev Namo)
Your soul is unique
Babaji speaks the truth
I know what you seek
What you seek is seeking you
Your heart gets broken
Until it opens
The sleepwalker has awoken
I have spoken
Baita Jou Sabela lyrics - Die Antwoord (feat. Slagysta)
Hom! Salute
Laat ons siementela voor ons niekietela
Jys mos wys
Dais hoe die ouens dala
Slagysta giena
Gedruk in n corner
Verskillende tronke
Manne van different gronde
Word gebind in n nommer
Gedruk in n corner
Verskillende tronke
Manne van different gronde
Word gebind in n nommer
Verskillende tronke
Gedruk in n corner
Manne van different gronde
Word gebind in n nommer
Verskillende tronke
Gedruk in n corner
Manne van different gronde
Word gebind in n nommer
Jy moet so pata en fundela
As jy kala bru baleka
Jy moet so dala en kan theta
Anners bra baita jou sabela
Jy moet so pata en fundela
As jy kala bru baleka
Jy moet so dala en kan theta
Anners bra baita jou sabela
Baita jou sabela
Jou sabela
Baita jou sabela
Jou sabela
Baita jou sabela
Jou sabela
Baita jou sabela
Jou sabela
Flame on muddafucka don't touch baby girl 2hot2handle
All eyes on me (is ja) sommer stiek uit in a lambo
Jy praat n klomp kak maar jy kannie staanie, waars jy nou my bru?
Baita jou sabela naaier
Don’t follow me, I hate you
I'm made of sugar and spice and everything nice, with a little bit of evil
Why does it feel so good to be bad? Everything I like is illegal!
Ja, da zef kid popping off! Los my uit tsy!
Jou ma se poes! Tsek! Wies jy? -Uh uh! Shuddup! Miniete! Fokkof!
Hosh
Salute
Dala Rot is my stalaza
En niemand sal my spasamieza
Ek staan knie diep in die bovana
Hom
Jy moet so pata en fundela
Wie maak hulle wys?
As jy kala bru baleka
Wie maak hulle wys?
Jy moet so dala en kan teta
Wie maak hulle wys?
Anders bra baita jou sabela
Wie maak hulle wys?
Jy moet so pata en fundela
Wie maak hulle wys?
As jy kala bru baleka
Wie maak hulle wys?
Jy moet so dala en kan teta
Wie maak hulle wys?
Anders bra baita jou sabela
Baita jou sabela
Jou sabela
Baita jou sabela
Jou sabela
Baita jou sabela
Jou sabela
Baita jou sabela
Jou sabela
Baita jou sabela
Salute virrie ouens wat kamandela
Nommer nommer nommer!
Salute Pollsmoor!
Wie maak hulle wys?
Salute Brandvlei!
Hosh Worcester!
Salute Helderstroom!
Wie maak hulle wys?
Salute Goodwood!
Hom Malmesbury!
Salute Voorberg!
Wie maak hulle wys?
Salute Drakenstein!
Die Stêr maak vol!
Laat die nommer skyn
Ons is skangaga!
Volle Nommer
SLAGYSTA!
Baruch In Jou Oeg lyrics - Die Antwoord
Hie kom ons!
Jis ja bru van my, hie gat ons! Kykie!
Is daai tyd! Is daai tyd bru van my!
Jis ja!
Is Baruch in jou oeg in nog heeltyd man!
Baruch is darm swaar ne!
Baruch is aan fire!
Want ons is van die Kaap!
Hies die akkedissies nou!
It's tyd vir jol man!
Ons maak junk!
Woo! Yo!
Kwaai beat man
Ja!
Ons gaan nou line ja!
Yoh! Baruch
Ai! Level up!
Nog binne in jou oeg!
Is daai tyd!
Is December!
Daar ry ons!
Daar ry ons!
Jis ja!
Is daai tyd! Kom ons line, ons gaan jol!
Ai! Hepa! Skud jou lyfie skattebol!
Come on! Die Antwoord en Baruch in die kol!
Yoh! Is daai tyd! My bru die jol raak maak vol!
Woop! Woop! Hie gat ons! Ons maak it lekker vir jou!
Zef Goema! En onse het dan nou daai woema!
Jis ja! Ai! Ons het dan nou daai woema!
Dressed fresh, ZEF vanaf my kop tot aan my skoene!
BARUCH! WOO! AI!
BARUCH IS IN JOU OEG!
ONS IS BARUCH! WOO AI!
BARUCH IS IN JOU OEG!
ONS IS BARUCH! WOO! JA!
BARUCH IS IN JOU OEG! WOO! JA!
AWOOP!
BARUCH! WOO! AI!
BARUCH IS IN JOU OEG!
ONS IS BARUCH! WOO AI!
BARUCH IS IN JOU OEG!
ONS IS BARUCH! WOO! JA!
BARUCH IS IN JOU OEG! WOO! JA!
AWOOP!
Uh! Mic check!
Hie kom hy!
Baruch is klas! Afrika hie gat ons!
Mami hou vas! Ja die party gaan bos!
Ons maak geraas! Die neighbours is jaloers!
Ja raas is baas! Baruch is in jou oeg!
Ai so lekker! Woo! Dis festive!
Jy rock nou saam met die beste
Ninja rolls undetected
Undercover en unsuspected
Hy maak aan dood!
When I'm taking it up a level I get tested
Heeltyd annie brand!
Ek trap deur die vlamme unaffected
BARUCH! BARUCH!
BARUCH IS ON FIRE!
BARUCH! BARUCH!
BARUCH IS ON FIRE!
DIE ANTWOORD EN BARUCH, ONS IS VAN DIE KAAP
BARUCH IS FREEKY EN ONS LIKE HULLE ALOT!
BARUCH! WOO! AI!
BARUCH IS IN JOU OEG!
ONS IS BARUCH! WOO AI!
BARUCH IS IN JOU OEG!
ONS IS BARUCH! WOO! JA!
BARUCH IS IN JOU OEG! WOO! JA!
AWOOP!
BARUCH! WOO! AI!
BARUCH IS IN JOU OEG!
ONS IS BARUCH! WOO AI!
BARUCH IS IN JOU OEG!
ONS IS BARUCH! WOO! JA!
BARUCH IS IN JOU OEG! WOO! JA!
AWOOP!
Yoh!
Ons maak it lekker!
Ons gooi it lekker oppie pad
Take it up the level! Yoh!
Is lekker man!
It's that time!
Festive!
En daar gat ons!
Woo!
Woo! Ja!
Woo!
Woo! Ja!
Woo!
Woo! Ja!
Woo!
Woo! Ja!
Haai so lekker!
Baruch is aan fire!
BARUCH!
BARUCH IS IN JOU OEG!
AWOOP!
ONS IS BARUCH!
BARUCH IS IN JOU OEG!
AWOOP!
ONS IS BARUCH!
DIE ANTWOORD IS DEAD lyrics - Die Antwoord
Die Antwoord
Die Antwoord
Die Antwoord
Die Antwoord
Die Antwoord
Die Antwoord
Die Antwoord
Die Antwoord is dead
Die Antwoord is dead
We all connected
Level up, get on that next shit
Decide what you want then manifest it
I've seen the future and it's lit
Die Antwoord is
Energy
We all made of energy
You cannot destroy energy
There are no such things as enemies
Your enemies are you
Fuck normality, normality is insanity
They get mad at me 'cause I created my own reality
Groupies lose their minds, celebrities wanna battle me
I love all you motherfuckers, yo this crazy rap fantasy
Took me all around the world and helped me care for my family
'Cause I got that why join 'em if I can beat 'em mentality
I'd like to take this opportunity that fate has handed me
To take the knee and to ask, Yolandi, will you marry me?
Ja
I'm a transformer
Little caterpillar singing ai-ai-ai
I'm a transformer
Bust out of my cocoon, gimme room
I am your butterfly
Ek fokkie rondie
Vuil geboosted wereld kampiden
Die zef bokkie gaan voort
Ken tsy my nomma? Eks nomma een
Yolandi Visser van Die fokken Antwoord
(Die fokken Antwoord)
We are not from this planet, nah
We are just visiting it
We don't just talk about it brah
The dream life we living it
I believe your dream will come true
If you truly believe it
Give it your best shot, I love you
Yo, music is a feeling
If you feel it, you believe it
Even though you can't see it
If you feel it, you believe it
Even though you can't touch it
Music is my love and my love is invisible
Music is my life and my life is a miracle
Now let the zef [?]
Die Antwoord is dead
Die Antwoord is dead
Die Antwoord is dead
Fokkof
Be happy
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