Wat Pomp?

歌詞

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 sh*t 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 shit. 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 yo Max, 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 sh*t) 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…