Die Antwoord - Пошли все на ХУЙ! | Текст песни

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• Пошли все на ХУЙ!

Yo-Landi fokken Vi$$er all up in da place
Hosh Pagamisa! Raak fokken wys (word to the streets, wise up)
Fuck crime, these days rhyme f**kin pays
Fan myself with a milli while a laugh in your face

Fok Julle Naaiers, Fok Julle Naaiers
Fok Julle Naaiers, Fok Julle Naaiers
Fok Julle Naaiers, Fok Julle Naaiers
Fok Julle Naaiers, Fok Julle Naaiers

All my f**kin life I lived a normal f**kin life
Til I went and got myself caught up with the mic
And the beats coming dope with the rhymes and the flows
In real life trying to cope with the highs and the lows
I got sick and tired of getting treated like a stupid f**k up
So I f**ked my enemies up one at a time and blew the f**k up
Before it was like, yo, whose this stupid weirdo?
Now it's like a new breed of rap superhero

To defeat these devils, Ninja becomes a devil
These God-forsaken wretches will never be on my level
Wies Jy? F**k you and your whole crew [Who are you?]
I got you stressing double guessing cause I won't do what I'm supposed to
I don't know you, papi say hello to
My little friend two friends I'm telling you and I told you
Wat? Try to speak but your tongue's frozen [What?]
In South Africa I sleep with both my eyes open

Fok Julle Naaiers, Fok Julle Naaiers
Fok Julle Naaiers, Fok Julle Naaiers
Fok Julle Naaiers, Fok Julle Naaiers
Fok Julle Naaiers, Fok Julle Naaiers

Motherf**kers tell me to slow my roll, but sorry no can do
My style is so brand new, I try to make understand it
I'm here to steal the f**kin show 'cause baby I'm a bandit
Now you 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 [poes = c*nt]
Ninja! Jas I dig dat oke! [Jeez I love that guy]
Is it real? No it's a 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, b*tch I get paid to be funky
But 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 may see me progress
Put the pedal to the metal and I'm scorching my tires
Middle finger in the air ja fok julle naaiers

Fok Julle Naaiers, Fok Julle Naaiers
Fok Julle Naaiers, Fok Julle Naaiers
Fok Julle Naaiers, Fok Julle Naaiers
Fok Julle Naaiers, Fok Julle Naaiers

Yo-Landi fokken Vi$$er all up in da place
Hosh Pagamisa! Raak fokken wys (word to the streets, wise up)
Fuck crime, these days rhyme f**kin pays
Fan myself with a milli while a laugh in your face

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