Paroles

DAF_Sample_DM
Dont Fuk Me
Ugly Boy
Happy Go Sucky Fucky


Zars
Raging Zef Boner
Cookie Thumper
Girl I Want 2 Eat U
Pitbull Terrier
Strunk
Do Not Fuk Wif Da Kid
Rat Trap 666 feat. DJ Muggs
I Dont Dwank
Sex
Moon Love
Donker Mag

DAF_Sample_Tension
Never Le Nkemise 1
Never Le Nkemise
Never Le Nkemise
Never Le Nkemise
Le ka zama mara never leloke

I’m indestructible
Gangsta number one
Play now, cry later
The harder they come
The harder they fall
Poes!
You can’t stop me
You can try but you won’t survive
(Why?)
Cuz I’m a mother fucking Ninja

Zef side represent
You’re fucking with the best

Ninja! Die wit kaffir
Ja julle naaiers
skrik wakker
(Tension, tension, tension)
Looks like I’m gonna need my
Matte black Glock nine millimeter
Everyday’s like bulletproof vest time
When you rolling through the mother fucking zef side
At night we don’t even stop at the road blocks
In the day look around three-sixty degrees if you’re busting a mother fucking donut
I’m not even trusting a road block
Our pigs bust caps in the back of your head
Bang! Now you’re dead
Whatcha gonna do, huh?
Maybe go run tell Zuma
(Ha ha ha ha ha ha)
He doesn’t give a fuck
That’s why we keep it mother fucking gangsta
I’m not scared of you
But you’re mother fucking scared of me
Yeah the Ninja has become the enemy

I’m indestructible
Gangsta number one
Play now, cry later
The harder they come
The harder they fall
Poes!
You can’t stop me
You can try but you won’t survive
(Why?)
Cuz I’m a mother fucking Ninja

If you don’t like funerals
Don’t kick sand in the Ninja’s face

I Fink U Freeky
Sexy boys, fancy boys
Playboys, bad boys
I think you’re freaky and I like you a lot
I think you’re freaky and I like you a lot
I think you’re freaky and I like you a lot
I think you’re freaky and I like you a lot

Mother fuckers get buzzed off the spice that I bring
Guess who’s got the party jumping
Glow in the dark rave, aura pumping
It’s nice, it’s different, yo fuck the system
My system pumps off its fucking face
Step into my world, nou’s jy tuis in paradys (Now you’re home in paradise)
yo, word up to my brother muis (mouse)
Pumers,p up your speak yo God se Jesus
Kyk wies rapping lekker to the drum (Look who’s rapping nicely to the drum)
These bad boys like to smack me on the bum
My crew’s blowing up like Chappies bubblegum
Popping in your face, nyaaaaa
Yo fuck the rat race, my style is rap rave
my crew is kak fres, so who the fuck cares (so fresh)
Whatcha fucking think, I’m the type of chick
Who rolls with spif giftige misfits

I think you’re freaky and I like you a lot
I think you’re freaky and I like you a lot
I think you’re freaky and I like you a lot
I think you’re freaky and I like you a lot

Hold up, whoa whoa whoa, wait a minute minute minute, Jesus Christ
Yo my man DJ Hi-Tek, SHIT, this mother fucking beat is nice
Back in the day them dwankies didn’t wanna believe in us (idiots)
Little did they know that they was in for a mother fucking big surprise
Left home, locked in my zef zone
Ready for the test, yo?
What the fuck, I guess so
Hit the overseas motherfucking heads get blown
Get everything for free like Dr. Dre Beats headphones
When I get home, I lounge on my zef throne, make
My mommy happy cause I get so paid
Making my money rapping over techno rave
I can take you around the world, let’s go babe
When I step up and do my thing, I put you in a trance
My zef motherfucking clique got it going on
Fuck what you think, I do what I want
I can make a million little mother fuckers jump

Jump mother fucker, jump mother fucker, jump (x4)

Increase the peace, don’t wreck the party
And pump the jol up for everybody (party)
ek’s a laarney, jy’s a gam (I’m the man, you’re a loser)
Want jy lam innie mang, met jou slang in a man (Because you’re in jail with your dick in a man)

Now why you loer kyk gelyk (Now why do you sit and stare)
Is ek miskien van goud gemake (Am I made of gold)
You want to fight, you come tonight
Ek moer jou sleg jy haardloop weg (I fuck you up and you run away)

God se Jesus, we come to party
Pump your speakers, you rock your body
In God we trust, you can’t fuck with us
We’re not talking kak (shit)

I’d to say what’s up
To my sexy boys
And my fancy boys
And my playboys
And my bad boys
And my pretty boys
And my ugly boys
And my naughty boys
We can have a nice time, kids

I think you’re freaky and I like you a lot
I think you’re freaky and I like you a lot
I think you’re freaky and I like you a lot
I think you’re freaky and I like you a lot

Pielie
Twee piele roof n bank.
Iewe skielik loop daar n vibrator in
Die een piel se vir die ander piel:
 » O fok! Dis Robocop! »

Traduction
Deux pénis volent une banque
Tout d’un coup, un vibro rentre
Le pénis dit à l’autre :
« Oh F * ck ! C’est Robocop ! »

Hey Sexy
O fok! tjek die kind!
Hey! hello baby!

Hey sexy! sexy!
Woop! woop! woop! woop!
Hey sexy! sexy!
Woop! woop! woop! woop!

I’m so bright my mama call me her son
Where I’m from shit’s fucked so I bought me a gun
Our president talks wid a fuckin fork in his tongue
Beats banging in my head so I walk wid a bump
In my own zone, my sweet reality
Got fuckall to do wif yor bleak reality
In souf afrika I’m da boss of da game
In da overseaz shit’s like fuckin insane
I’m walking down da street hot chicks calling my name
It’s like I dropped a cap of acid and it’s not going away
Since we dropped zefside 2 years ago
Still freak out every muddafukka who hears my flow
I know how to get da dough! know how to spend da dough
Rocking alexander wang from head two toe
Yo! suid afrika, fok ja!
Ninjaz here to save da muddafukkn day

Girl u looking fit!
Dat body’z legit!
Shake what your mama gave u baby!
Woop! woop! woop!
Hey sexy! sexy!
Woop! woop! woop!
Hey sexy! sexy!
Woop! woop! woop!

Yo I’m a lazy arse, scruffy hair, outa bed stumbling
Grumbling: Where’s my coffee?
Illegal cigarette smoking, mix it up wif da best dope den
Get my head open!
Den I get da freekmode munchiez
I’m so famous dat da police don’t bust me
Fok dis yolandi vi$$er! can I get yor autograph pleeez?
Dat’s right it’s all about me!
I like partying! partying! partying! damn!
Ask my man alexander wang
I hang on da zefside of da train trax
Careful if u cum round u’ll get dat gold chain snatched
Face smashed! brain bashed! car jacked!
Oh shit! brown streaks creeping up yor arse crack
Lelik! wen we fuck off, we drive fast ugly
Guys ask 4 my number cause I got a nice arse

Girl u looking fit!
Dat body’z legit!
Shake what your mama gave u baby!
Woop! woop! woop!
Hey sexy! sexy!
Woop! woop! woop!
Hey sexy! sexy!
Woop! woop! woop!

Let’s go do sum drugz man!
Uh… no fanx my brudda, ninja not a…
No brain having, cocaine jamming up my nose
Brain spazzing paranoid muddafucka nah
I got it going on girl
No longer signed to Interscope recordz
Dropped dem like a sack of bricks tied to my leg
Now I got dem wings on my anklez!
Bobaas boner blowing in da wind!
Arigato good smile! I’m glowing from within
Hiphop’s fucked! it’s gone from: ‘move bitch! get out da way! ‘
All da way to: ‘when I was 13 I took my first drugz’
What da fuck? cheese is kaas!
Help me out, all I want is to be surprized!
C’mon fuck wif me baby! fuck wif me baby!
Wat stink meer as a snoek? n fokken snoek se poes
Ons issie antwoord!
Haha! what’s die vraag?
Kykie… laat ek jou wys maak, hies die vraag:
Hoe die fok het n lelike doos soos jy
Uit jou ma se mooi poes gelgly?
U fucking wif da ultimate! try fuck wif me!
God knowz ninja party properly!
Drinking all night, pissed in my pants plus my breath stinks!
I’m like a dog wif no legs, u’ll find me where u left me

Still feeling fit!
Dis body’s legit!
Shake what yor mama gave u baby!
Woop! woop! woop!
Hey sexy! sexy!
Woop! woop! woop!
Hey sexy! sexy!
Woop! woop! woop!

Still feeling fit!
Dis body’s legit!
Shake what yor mama gave u baby!
Woop! woop! woop!
Hey sexy! sexy!
Woop! woop! woop!
Hey sexy! sexy!
Woop! woop! woop!

Skud daai holle lelik!

Shoe! dis n asemrowende hol daai!

Fatty Boom Boom
yo hi-tek, u fink u can fuck wif summing like dis?

yo what u mean summing like dis?

ja dat’s spif
yo-landi do dat fing!

hey fatty boom boom! hit me wif da ching ching!
fat pocket klinking! dollar eye twinkling!
jeez da beats so chunky! me’sa getting funky!
ooooh!

wen i’m on da mic it’s like murder murder
murder! kill kill kill!
wat se zuid afrika? suig my fokken piel
hie kom ek weer! like a lekker smack in da face
rappers r fucking boring ninja bashing dere brainz
what happened 2 all da kool rapperz from back in da day?
nowawayz all deze rapperz sound exactly da same
it’s like 1 big inbred fuck-fest sis!
no i do not wanna stop collaborate or listen
jimmy jimmy jimmy, hold on 2 your ching
i’m taking over amerika blowing up everyfing
physically fit da ninja very energetic
if you haven’t got it by now yo you never gonna get it
i whip my dick out an piss on all dis horrible fokken rap
got a off-shore account 4 da dollar bills dat i stack
yo fuck rap! i’m sorry my china we not related
i cum mad fresh like da 1st time i ejaculated

hey fatty boom boom! hit me wif da ching ching!
fat pocket klinking! dollar eye twinkling!
jeez da beats so chunky! me’sa getting funky!
ooooh!

hey fatty boom boom! hit me wif da ching ching!
fat pocket klinking! dollar eye twinkling!
jeez da beats so chunky! me’sa getting funky!
ooooh!

hi my name is…
yo-landi fokken vi$$er! fight fight fight!
kick u in da teef! hit u on da head wif da mic!
dere’s a rumble in da jungle i’m bubbling 2 da beat
i’m not looking 4 trouble but troublez looking 4 me
my pockets r fokken swollen but nuffing jus cum 4 free
i used 2 beg borrow or steal jus 2 hustle sumfing 2 eat
souf afrika used 2 b 2 dwankie to notice me
suddenly u interested coz we blowing up overseaz
making money money money! yes yes yes!
zefside represent! u fucking wif da best
i’m a upper! dwankiez get popped like a sucker
baka baka! yipee kaiyay muddafucka!
i’m a big deal! yo krazy money get thrown at me
now i’m having so much fun dat i can’t even go  2 sleep!
yo-landi! wat? where u at? here i am!
spitting fokken lyrix like bam bam bam!

hey fatty boom boom! hit me wif da ching ching!
fat pocket klinking! dollar eye twinkling!
jeez da beats so chunky! me’sa getting funky!
ooooh!

hey fatty boom boom! hit me wif da ching ching!
fat pocket klinking! dollar eye twinkling!
jeez da beats so chunky! me’sa getting funky!
ooooh!

we keep it lekker lekker lekker zef zef zef!
spend all my fuckin money till dere’s nuffing left
i’m a fat cat keep da change i don’t need a slip…
for dis fat sack of dagga yo i’m smoking a splif
in my matt black subaru haters throwing a fit
round da corner gooi n lekker spif tokyo drift
my daddy told me dere’z a lot of fish in da sea
dere’z also lot of muddafuckn money, bitchez and weed!
ja dagga! dagga! dagga! puff puff puff!
bring da beat back hi-tek…make it ruf!
we drop da type of beats dat make u shut da fuck up an dance!
we drop da type of beats dat got u fuckin stuck in a trance
in da overseaz dey like 2 say u stuck in a trance
we drop da type of beats dat make u fuckin cum in yor pants
uh! waarsie fokken dagga? pass it 2 da left
lekker z 2 da e 2 da muddafuckn f!

hey fatty boom boom! hit me wif da ching ching!
fat pocket klinking! dollar eye twinkling!
jeez da beats so chunky! me’sa getting funky!
ooooh!

hey fatty boom boom! hit me wif da ching ching!
fat pocket klinking! dollar eye twinkling!
jeez da beats so chunky! me’sa getting funky!
ooooh!

hey fatty boom boom! hit me wif da ching ching!
fat pocket klinking! dollar eye twinkling!
jeez da beats so chunky! me’sa getting funky!
ooooh!

jeeziz ou! chill net n bietjie fokken uit!

Zefside Zol
Whatever, man
Fokker! Ha ha!
This is how we drop a zefside zol

I get the cold bottle beer, crack it open
Down the whole bottle beer, where’s the dope, kid?
Take the empty bottle beer, smash it broken
Stuff the neck full of dope, then I smoke it
Blow the smoke out my nose like a dragon
And I puff that magic in the dragon
Yeah I smoke-a the weed, and I get-a the high
Now I’m lekker red in the eye

So What ?
Yo, Hi-Tek!
Let’s fuck around with some of that old feel good gangsta shit

I’ve been a rapper for twenty fucking years
Whole lot of fucking blood, sweat, and tears
Who cares? they don’t give a fuck
on the mic I’m takin’ no prisoners!

Check me out, now… yo! yo!
So what? I’m on the up an coming in the game!
So what? I’m in it for the cash money and the fame!
So waht? if the shit you in is fucking up your brain
Yo-Landi Visser is the shit up in this bitch!

I rapped for twenty years and never made a cent (shame)
Borrowed money from my mom to pay the rent (giggle giggle)
Now how am I gonna get out of this mess
Yo-Landi shows me two stripes on the fucking piss test (oh fuck)
Broke-ass Ninja gonna be a daddy (heavy)
Little baby Ninja gonna need some nappies
Gave it my best shot never pressed stop
thank god Die mother fuckin Antwoord went pop (whoa!)

Got a million fucking dollars in the bank (whoa!)
Then I converted all my dollars into rands (ching ching)
That equals seven million rands in the bank
Not too shitty, fuck you Jimmy, I’m-a never give it back (never)
Don’t worry Ninja I’m gonna make you proud
I’m here to work I’m not here to fuck around (oh sure)
I’m your special little cherry on the top
I keep it very fucking hot indeed I’m never gonna pop

I’ve been a rapper for twenty fucking years
Whole lot of fucking blood, sweat, and tears
Who cares? they don’t give a fuck
on the mic I’m takin’ no prisoners!

So what I fly around the whole world getting paid
So what I smoke weed all day every day
So what I tell the truth even when I tell a lie
I get very red in the eye when I’m getting high

I got a record deal in the overseas
So excited that I couldn’t go to sleep
They wanted my soul so I sold it for a fee
when they dropped the album everyone downloaded it for free

In the overseas they think I’m the shizzle
In South Africa they think I’m a criminal
« Little girl show me your ID »
I don’t like the drugs but the drugs sure like me

Ninja fucking ugly on the skin (uh uh)
But Ninja very lovely from within (oh sure)
I’m serious, but also need a bit of fun
Ninja likes the girls who lets him stick his penis up their bum

[Yo-Landi Aafrikans] it’s that you make me fucking piel in your ??
I’m the fucking ultimate I can’t lose
Drop the beat motherfuckers…[Yo-Landi Aafrikans]

I’ve been a rapper for twenty fucking years
Whole lot of fucking blood, sweat, and tears
Who cares? they don’t give a fuck
on the mic I’m takin’ no prisoners!

So what my teacher says good girl me I would never hack it
So what I’m like a full blown marijuana addict
So what I’m like the freshest fucking rapper on the planet
It’s a Africa thing, you wouldn’t understand it!(never)

You’re chillin’ in your room bored all alone
Now you’re flipping through porn on your phone
Start jerking off, ’bout to bust a nut
When your mom walks in the room, Jesus, what the fuck?
life is crazy yo it doesn’t make sense
I’m here to make money not to make friends
I used to hustle like a fuckin’ dwankie to pay rent
Nowadays when I check my balance at the ATM I go
Oh, my God! Oh, oh, my God!
Oh, my God! Oh, oh, my God!
Oh, my God! Oh, oh, my God!

(I’m so hot right now)
I need a ice-tea
Shit, Hi-Tek, this mother fucking beat is nasty
(I’m so hot right now)
The girlies go Pssst!
I’m so hot – touch my face and go ttsssss!
(I’m so hot right now)
Yolandi Visser
(so hot right now)
DJ Hi-Tek
(so hot right now)
Zef side Ninja
(so hot right now)
Die fokin’ Antwoord
(so hot right now)
Neil Blomkamp
(so hot right now)
Tony Ciulla
(so hot right now)
show me the mulla
(so hot right now)
Yeah mother fuckers so what?

Uncle Jimmy
Yo-landi: Uh, hi Jimmy.

Max: Yolandi, hi. Come in. How you doin’?

Yo-landi: I just wanted to ask you-

Max: Come sit down. Come sit here, right here on my lap.

Yo-landi: Uh..okay..uh..well.

Max: There you go. You want some herbal tea?

Yo-landi: Uh, no thanks.

Max: You sure?

Yo-landi: I’m fine. Thanks.

Max: Oh, Yolandi, look at you. You’re so cute and squishy, look at your little cheeky weekys you’re so cute. I just want to keep you here in my office as my little pet; feed you, bathe you, comb your pretty hair. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, you hear me Yolandi?

Yo-landi:Mhmm

Max: Yeah, don’t let anyone around here fuck you around.

Yo-landi: Kay.

Max: You need anything, you hear me, if you need anything, come here to my office, sit right here on my lap and tell Uncle Jimmy what you need. You got that?

Yo-landi: Yes, Jimmy.

Max: No, call me Uncle Jimmy.

Yo-landi: Yes, Uncle Jimmy.

Baby's On Fire
Baby’s on fire!
Boom!
Boom boom!

Showtime! Muddafucka it’s on
Apokalypse now I’m dropping dis bomb
U can’t fuck wif dis song
I’ll stick 2 dis splif I’m not klapping dis bong
I’m a wild child I don’t wanna go 2 bed
Oh shit sorry man I’m stoned again
Wooh! Now everyfingz getting so psychedelic
Wen I’m doos dronk den I forget all my fokken lyrix
Like um… uh… who givez a fuck?
Don’t worry bout it jus blow a kiss 2 me
I like danger romance and mystery
I’m a lucky ducky get mad shit 4 free
I rock more bling dan Mr. T
I make it look eazy coz it iz 2 me
My daddy sayz it’s lekker fokken spif 2 C
A Souf Afrikan cherrie making history

Baby’s on fire
She’z got me going fokken crazy soos a mal naaier!
O here! God se Jeeziz!
(x2)

Baby’s on fire!
(x4)

Hi-Tek drop dat 4 2 da floor
I get real paid whatchoo fink I do dis 4?
My body guard help me get 2 da bar
Neill Blomkamp’s making me a movie star
A lotta bad boyz wanna piece of me
If u lucky boy I’ll let u sneak a peek
My ZEF stylez muddafuckn freeky deek
I don’t got beef coz I don’t eat no meat
I’m on sum udda shit, yo I know I speak unique
Fuk you hole head up wen I freek da beat
I love it wen Kimmy talks sweet 2 me
C’mon c’mon Kimmy Kimmy speak 2 me
I take a trip down memory lane
Like yo fuck 15 secondz of fame
I’m a young blood cummin up fre$h in da game
Yo-Landi Vi$$er muddafucka ja remember da name

Baby’s on fire
She’z got me going fokken crazy soos a mal naaier!
O here! God se Jeeziz!
(x2)

Baby’s on fire!
(x4)

Aaah freek out!
No need 2 get so deep
Nuffin quite like a muddafuck tekno beat
A tekno beat, a tekno beat, a tekno a tekno a tekno beat
Jus say whatsup don’t try 2 get so deep
u know me maar ek ken jou nie
ek ken jou nie, ek ken jou nie, ek ken jou ek ken jou ek ken jou nie

Baby’s on fire
She’z got me going fokken crazy soos a mal naaier!
O here! God se Jeeziz!
(x2)

Baby’s on fire!
(x4)

Baby’s on fire!

(Flame on, muddafukkaz!)

U Make A Ninja Wanna F**k
Hello baby
You’re beautiful
I love you
What’s your name?

Bitch
You make a Ninja wanna fuck, bitch, you make a Ninja wanna fuck
You make a Ninja wanna fuck, bitch, you make a Ninja wanna fuck
You make a Ninja wanna fuck, bitch, you make a Ninja wanna fuck
You make a Ninja wanna fuck, bitch, you make a Ninja wanna fuck
Know what I’m saying? Uh

I don’t give a fuck, I’m an animal
Smile for the camera, grab my balls
Backstage, just boobs and ass galore
Feel like a kid in a mother fucking candy store
My man, Leo come in handy, yo
Roaming, Zoning for them fancy hoes
With the nicest asses,
Slanging them backstage passes,
Clink them Champagne glasses
I’m living in a man’s world
Sprinkled, with a little bit of fan girls
Pick one, slang a bit of chit chat
Let me see where this mother fucking shit’s at
You got a boyfriend? Don’t worry, I won’t tell
Let’s fuck off to five star hotel
Sorry guy, chicks dig big dicks
Here we go girl, room six six six

Bitch
You make a Ninja wanna fuck, bitch, you make a Ninja wanna fuck
You make a Ninja wanna fuck, bitch, you make a Ninja wanna fuck
You make a Ninja wanna fuck, bitch, you make a Ninja wanna fuck
You make a Ninja wanna fuck, bitch, you make a Ninja wanna fuck
Know what I’m saying? Uh

We keep it gangsta, put your fucking hands up
Rolling in a matte black Subaru
Met dik getinted Vensters (with heavy tinted windows)
DVD player on my dashboard pumping freaky porn
Vodka in my OJ keep me warm
My lifestyle’s wild, I party in the ghetto
Don’t fuck with me, they’ll find your body in a meadow
Got friends in low places, dark friends with no faces
Who rock sneaks with no laces, rou chappies, no front teeth (raw tattoos)
Ninja’s a mother fucking bad boy
The lucky fan girls know what I’m speaking about
Here we go girl, don’t start chickening out
You look real cute with my dick in your mouth

Bitch
You make a Ninja wanna fuck, bitch, you make a Ninja wanna fuck
You make a Ninja wanna fuck, bitch, you make a Ninja wanna fuck
You make a Ninja wanna fuck, bitch, you make a Ninja wanna fuck
You make a Ninja wanna fuck, bitch, you make a Ninja wanna fuck
Know what I’m saying? Uh

Maak my jas, Maak my jas, (Make me horny)
Maak my maak-my-maak-my jas.
Maak my jas, Maak my jas,
Maak my maak-my-maak-my jas.
Maak my jas, Maak my jas,
Maak my maak-my-maak-my jas.
Maak my jas, Maak my jas,

I think we’re alone now
There doesn’t seem to be anyone around
So pump that big booty to the bass
Rub them sweet boobies in my face
Whatcha looking at? Told you it’s big!
Wat kyk jy, tattooed on my dick, uh (What are you looking at)
It’s about that time, honey
Slide my schlong into your slime bunny
Uh, say my name, bitch
Ninja! Ninja!
Zefside Ninja, spit so slick
I rap so good, cuz my dick’s so big
Ek’s lief vir my groot moerefokken penis. (I like my big motherfuckin penis)
Switch the fucking lights off, all I wanna hear is

Maak my jas, Maak my jas, (Make me horny)
Maak my maak-my-maak-my jas.
Maak my jas, Maak my jas,
Maak my maak-my-maak-my jas.
Maak my jas, Maak my jas,
Maak my maak-my-maak-my jas.
Maak my jas, Maak my jas,

Maak my jas, Maak my jas, (Make me horny)
Maak my maak-my-maak-my jas.
Maak my jas, Maak my jas,
Maak my maak-my-maak-my jas.
Maak my jas, Maak my jas,
Maak my maak-my-maak-my jas.
Maak my jas, Maak my jas,

Bitch
You make a Ninja wanna fuck, bitch, you make a Ninja wanna fuck
You make a Ninja wanna fuck, bitch, you make a Ninja wanna fuck
You make a Ninja wanna fuck, bitch, you make a Ninja wanna fuck
You make a Ninja wanna fuck, bitch.

Sop Nat! (Soaking wet!)
Oooh lekker! (Oooh Nice!)

Fok Julle Naaiers
Yo-landi-fokken-Visser all up in the place
Hosh pagamisa! Raak fokken wys
Fuck crime these days, rhyme fokken pays
Fan myself with a milli
While I laugh in your face!

Fok julle naaiers, fok julle naaiers
Fok julle, fok julle, fok julle naaiers

All my fokken life i lived a normal fokken life
Till i went and got myself caught up with the mic
And the beast, coming dope with the rhymes and the flows
A real life trying to cope with the highs and the lows
I got sick and tired of getting treated like a stupid fuck-up
So i fucked my enemies up one time and blew the fok up
Before it was like ‘yo, who’s that stupid weirdo?’
Now it’s like ‘it’s a new breed, a rap superhero’
To defeat these devils, Ninja becomes a devil
These god-forsaken wretches will never be on my level
« wies jy! », fok you and your whole crew
I got you stressin’, double guessin’
Cause i won’t do what i’m supposed to
I don’t know you, poppie say hello to…
My little two friends, i’m telling you and i told you
WAT? you try to speak but your tongue’s frozen
In South Africa I sleep with both my eyes open

Fok julle naaiers, fok julle naaiers
Fok julle, fok julle, fok julle naaiers

Motherfuckers tell me to slow my role
But sorry, no can do, my style is so brand new
I try to make you understand it
I’m here to steal the fokken show
Cause baby, i’m a bandit
Now you’re standing looking at me
Like the aliens have landed
« all hail the great white ninja! »
Every poes with a phone wants to take my picture
‘ninja? jas i dig that oke!’
‘is it real? no, it’s just a big black joke! »
When dealing with an idiot there’s really nothing you can say
Next time you ask me is it real
I’m gonna punch you in the face
To help you feel me, bitch i get paid to be funky
Be nice or i’m gonna change to be ugly
I’m zef like a young Hugh Hef, oh yes
May my enemies live long so they can see me progress
Put the pedal to the metal
And i’m scorching my tires
Middle finger in the air
Yeah, FOK JULLE NAAIERS!

Fok julle naaiers, fok julle naaiers
Fok julle, fok julle, fok julle naaiers
(2x)

Yo-landi-fokken-Visser all up in the place
Hosh pagamisa! Raak fokken wys
Fuck crime these days, rhyme fokken pays
Fan myself with a milli
While I laugh in your face!

DJ Hi-Tek Rulez
YO! DJ Hi-Tek, where you at my nigga?

DJ Hi-Tek will fuck you in the ass
DJ Hi-Tek will fuck you in the ass
DJ Hi-Tek will fuck you in the ass
Fuck you in the ass, you punk ass white boy

DJ Hi-Tek will fuck you in the ass
DJ Hi-Tek will fuck you in the ass
DJ Hi-Tek will fuck you in the ass
Fuck you in the ass, you punk ass white boy

DJ Hi-Tek, yo you can’t touch me, faggot
You’re not man enough, I’ll fuck you in the ass
DJ Hi-Tek, yo you can’t touch me, faggot
You’re not man enough, I’ll fuck you in the ass

DJ Hi-Tek will eat your asshole alive, bitch
Fuck you hoe, DJ Hi-Tek will eat your asshole
I’ll fuck you in front of everybody, bitch
Look at you scared, look at you scared now hoe
Uh, you’re scared of a real man
Look at you scared, it’s DJ Hi-Tek, bitch
I’ll fuck you till you love me, faggot

I’ll fuck you till you love me
Fuck you till you love me
I’ll fuck you till you love me
Fuck you till you love me
I’ll fuck you till you love me
Fuck you till you love me

You can’t last two minutes in my world, bitch!

T.E.N.S.I.O.N.

Never Le Nkemise 2
South Africa – 2012
We in the future now
Just because the whole world’s gone dwanky
Doesn’t mean we fuckin’ gonna go out like that too

Fuck the system
We have our own system
We make our own rules
We don’t answer to no one

That’s right
We keep it gangsta
We keep it Zef

We keep it pumping off it’s motherfucking face!
One time
Vuilgeboosted warrior styles
Yo, DJ Hi-Tek
Gooi rooi homeboy

Never le nkemise (3x)
Le ka zama mara never leloke

DAF_Samples_SOS
 

In Your Face
In your face

Jealousy makes you nasty
In your face!

Yo-landi vi$$er! gooi! Bring it!
Bam! you don’t know who I am!
I’m a phenomenon that you can never understand
You don’t know where I come from! you don’t know where I hang!
I fuck you when I slam with my motherfuckin slang
We coming wif that hot stuff drop it like it’s warm, hot
Pretty fokken wise hier getatoo op my arm, pretty fuckin wise tattooed here on my arm
Ag shame if yo-landi vi$$er’s fuckin wif your brain
Don’t think about it too much you’ll pop a fuckin vein
Like b-b-b-boom! gimme fuckin room!
You chilling in the fast lane fucking up my zoom
Lekker fokken brain-strain keeping up wif this shit, sexy mind-fuck
All up in the main vein keep it fuckin twisted
People think they know me but they don’t know shit
Follow my every move, snif the seat after I sit
Make you feel it when I spit want ek spoeg jou fokken nat, cos I spit you fuckin wet
All I know is that I’m blowing up like jissis what the fuck? wat?

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!
Ja I’m a rebel! fuck you if you not on my level
Lot of nosey naaiers digging in my past, fuckers
Like an irritating little finger in my arse
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 wif all this fuckin money in my hand?
Used to be a no-one, now I’m the fuckin man
With this fuck-you money to say fuck you cos I can
Woo! jissis guys, this is nice!
Chilling up in motherfuckin business class
Take this hot face-cloth wipe my bum
Get it lekker ready so that you can kiss my arse, nice and ready

Fokof!
Fok jou!

Here is something you can’t understand
How I can just flip the fuckin script

Enter The Ninja
I, I, I
I am your butterfly
I need your protection
Need 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 videogame
I maintain when I’m in the zone
One player one life on the mic
I’m in the dark

Yo, ninja, go

No fuckin around I’m cutting down
Anyone in my path
Tryna fuck up my game with razor sharp
Lyrical throw stars
Killin’ my flow

Hos! Ska!

Wild, outta control

Ninja skop befokte rof taal
Rough rhymes, tough times
Met fokkol kos, skraal
Till 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
Never seen zef so fresh
Uh, when we mic check
Hi-def flow’s best

Motherfucking the best
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
I’m a Ninja

Hook x2

Ninja is poes cool
But don’t fuck with my game
Boy or I’ll poes you
Life is tough
When I get stuck
When my time is up
I push through
Till I break-break-break
on through to the other side
Fantastically poor with faces like a stalker

Ninja is hardcore
Been cut so deep, feel no pain
Its 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 freely
Decapitate a hater with amazing ease
This is not a game, boy
Don’t play with me
I work my light sabre like a wild fucking savage
from the dark side danger
Yin to the yang
Totally Hi-Tek Ninjas
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

Hook x2

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
Who said I was a loser
Said I was a no-one
Said I was a fuckin’ psycho
But look at me now:
All up on the interweb
World-wide, 2009. futurista
Enter the ninja
Yolandi Visser
DJ Hi-Tek
Die fokken Antwoord

I, I, I (I’m a ninja)
I am your butterfly
I need your protection
Need my samurai
I, I, I (yo I’m a ninja)
I am your butterfly
I need your protection
Need your protection

I, I, I (I’m a ninja)
I am your butterfly
I need your protection
Need my samurai
I, I, I (a motherfuckin’ ninja)
I am your butterfly
I need your protection
Need your protection

Wat Kyk Jy
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…

Evil Boy
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!

[Ninja]:
everybody go, « ho! » like a thunder cat
i’m all up in the club in my underpants.
no shirt on ’cause it’s fokken hot
let’s go, Diplo, pump it up!
girls wanna say hello to me
from the Zef side to the fuckin’ 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 fuck it is
roll through the club like a tokoloshe;
Ninja’s 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!

[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
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-Landi Vi$$er]:
Yo-Landi Vi$$er so fancy like this bad ass beat;
rock the motherfuckin’ microphone with no panties
i’m a bad ass chick, yo: 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 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 rhymes 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 – woah! look at all this paper!
what a fuckin’ sucker. see you later, masturbator

[Ninja/(Yo-Landi Vi$$er)]:
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 fokof and die when i remind you of how much you suck!
everyone’s so fokken 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!

Wat Pomp
Ninja
Yo yo yo yo-landi Visser
Twee duisend nege
Die fokken antwoord (The ******* answer)

Chorus:
Wat pomp julle?(What are you pumping?)

Fresh futuristig
Me Im a misfit, drink my 5 roses tea with a biscuit
Im shweet and Im twisted, like a koeksuster
Im rustig ekse, o, we go ballistig, you cant **** with this ****
Its dark and its different, pay attention or be like **** it I missed it
Yu, maar sys giftig, oo jussie is dit?
Staan terug boetie, cause I spoeg when I spit ****.
Im Misfit, my numbers unlisted
Yo **** the system, I own my own system.
Poes, I wont 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, its a freak pak of gom.
Giftige cherrie up on page 3 van Die Son.

Chorus:
Wat pomp julle?

Me and my super fast ? ?
We come to ? ?
? ?
Make you feel strange when the mics on
Ok, this is my song

? fok jou ek dink jys n poes!
Wat 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, think ****** quickly (or geen fokken clue nie, can’t decide)
Like my name was Nigel.

Moenie vir my flippen tune nie, ek gaan vir my ma se.
K, toemaar los dit, if it doesnt fit, force it, thats my motto.
I’m not weird, you’re weird
I rap like a sore thumb, whats up with you brother
I fit right in, like my cock in your mother.
So dont tell me Ive got no fire
Im running on the spot and Im so tired
Hair getting blown back by my blowdryer
Jou Naaier, jou naaier (You ******, you ******)

Rich Bitch
[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
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
A stalk 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 means sir
In a tart 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

Liewe Maatjies
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.

Very Fancy
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…

Fish Paste
Uh. This one’s dedicated to all the haters out there
Jealous of us because we’re better than you
Yolandi Vi$$er, bring the sparks?
”Chorus”
Jou ma se poes in ‘n fishpaste jar
Jou ma se poes in ‘n fishpaste jar
Moenie kom kak praat nie my bra
Jou ma se poes in ‘n fishpaste jar
Yolandi Vi$$er: He was the wrong ninja to fuck with.
Ninja:
Yo, I am the ninja in charge over here,
no fear when i scope a rhyme in your ear.
Fuck with the wrong ninja, this time what’s the matter with you.
Should have known better than to fuck with a ninja with a attitude.
I wasn’t mad at you, now you mad at me and jealous.
Little spunk poofy rappers like Anthony en Dennis.
Let me help to make you famous, jissis but you rap kak.
When you rap you actually sound like you’re having a fat kak. (Jaa../ Sies!)
Why you so obsessed with me? Oooh.
Jesus Christ you should see how these guys stalk me.
Follow my every move like a Sea Point moffie , FUCK YOU.
And all your ? .. Maak klaar met die spiff quote (?) from the licks
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
Jou ma se poes in ‘n fishpaste jar
(D.D.J-J-J)
Jou ma se poes in ‘n fishpaste jar
(Hi-hi-hi Tek)
Oh oh vat’s it yuketa(?)
Yo-Landi Vi$$er fresh(?) and depressed(?) vat ‘n picture
Jou ma se poes in ‘n fishpaste jar
Do what I like cos I roll with the fucken Ninja
I am a fucken coloureds cos I am a fucken coloured if I want to be a coloured (Hosss)
My inner fucken coloured just wants to be discovered
You vokken naai skinner aan (?)
Elke vokken poes is pienk aan die binnekant.
Zed to E to the motherfucken F
(?) like a vokken zef zef zef
Fuck this poes in the skinny jeans
Yo maar jy’s dandy(?) (?)
Soos the vokken kak jol by Assembly
Why do I call myself the Ninja?
Because my style is so motherfucken nasty (Is ja!)
Nothing you can so or do can harm me
Ek’s kak vokken kom (?) en jy’s a flou vokken laanie
Fuck with Die Antwoord you fuck with the army
My fans are my bergie.
When they bite they only go with a skraal sterfies(?)
Ask Kyle Safie(?) (Kyle’s momma is a big fat biiitch)
Jou ma se poes in ‘n fishpaste jar
(D.D.J-J-J)
Jou ma se poes in ‘n fishpaste jar
(Hi-hi-hi Tek)
Moenie kom kak praat nie my blaar
Yo-Landi Vi$$er fresh(?) and depressed(?) vat ‘n picture
Jou ma se poes in ‘n fishpaste jar
Do what I like cos I roll with the fucken Ninja
Yo I’m the Ninja in charge
I can’t even believe my fucken dick is so large
My groooove is doom when we launch a full frontal assault with the boom
Yo-Landi Vi$$er rub the fucken salt in the wound
My style is wild make you walk your faces(?)
It’s got style coming out all sorts of places
Raak wys! Ninja flex fresh
Ek’s original, fuck Sweat.X (Wie die vok is dit?)
Spoek Mathambo is a spank(?) rock lookalike rapalike siff little parasite gah!
Fuck every one of your whack tracks
Marcus Wormstorm is short and fat.
I represent the underdog you know my steez
I’m represented by a label in the overseas
Yo Amsterdam yes I am the man got the cash in hand and I’m splashing Rands
That used to be some Euros, I used to be a zero
Now I rap to the track like a super fucken hero
Superninja’s coming like a bullet, leaping over buildings, waving at the children
Jou ma se poes in ‘n fishpaste jar
(D.D.J-J-J)
Jou ma se poes in ‘n fishpaste jar
(D.D.J-J-J Hi-hi-hi Tek)
Moenie kom kak praat nie my blaar
(D.D.J-J-J)
Jou ma se poes in ‘n fishpaste jar
(Hi-hi-hi Tek)
Jou ma se poes in ‘n fishpaste jar
(D.D.J-J-J)
Jou ma se poes in ‘n fishpaste jar
(Hi-hi-hi Tek)
Oh oh vat’s it yuketa(?)
Yo-Landi Vi$$er fresh in the place, vat ‘n picture
Jou ma se poes in ‘n fishpaste jar
Do what I like cos I roll with the fucken Ninja
It’s plain to see you can’t change me
Cos I’ma 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?
$copie
ho$h, kykie kinders!
ons gaan mos nou lekker naai ne?

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 ne?

(hook)

ho$h ninja’s back what a fuckin jol
nog n fokken fat track, kom ons klap n zol
tsek dis kif giftig marajuana
kom ons vat die twee poppies terug na die kamer
got n bottel brannewyn 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
eks 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?
nee man, is daai vaginal fluid!
jy lieg!
no really, it are from that chick playing wif her koeksuster
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
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!

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

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! ok, let’s go

After a lekker 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 »
K, okey dokey! waarsie fokken koki?
I wrote ‘ninja was here’, it looked fuckin ill
Plus I wrote my number and I drew a duk fokken piel
I said, « don’t be afraid! », sophie said, « I’m not afraid »
Then sophie came down to cape town for a holiday
I took her to the waterfront, fokken lekker laaney
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
B00 bucks is not too much to splash for a naai
Took her back my place, mummies watching soapies
Lamming in her stokies, 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 a blow-job! « no! » wat?
Oh I understand! let’s go maybe naai 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!

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, damn I need to go pee!
I’m on my to take a piss and I see this $copie
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, 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
I tell miranda, here’s some money go buy yourself a doppie
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 klapped her cos
Those heavy fuckin claws digging
Into my balls was very fuckin sore!
Eweskielik n hele klomp fokken koppe draai
Miranda says, « tsy! vat jy my vir n fokken naai? »

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

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 walked in the motherfuckin room!
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 fuckin freak out!
There I am standing like a doos with my dick out!
She’s kicking me! slapping! teeth flaring! swearing!
I thought barny said: ‘sharing is caring!’

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

Doos Dronk
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]

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