Die Antwoord - 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 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