Ninja

Yo yo yo yo-landi Visser

Jack Parow

DJ-Hitek

Die fokken antwoord [Chorus:]

Wat pomp julle? [Yo-landi Visser:]

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

Joe, maar sys giftig, oo jissie is ***?

Staan terug boetie, cause I spoeg when I spit sh*t.

I missed it

My numbers unlisted

Yo *** the system, I got 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? [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

*** the mirrors 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

*** 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 naams 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 mics on

Ok, this is my song Fok jou ek dink jys 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 ***, If it doesnt fit, force it, thats my motto.

I'm not weird, you're weird

Im just flippin new here

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 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 ***ing fancy ***) Uuh

Jy check my op die fokken strate (yo)

Jy check my in fokken larny restaurant (were 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

Dont *** with my style

Ninja Im a tiger Yo, waar die fok is Jack?

Jack?

Parow?

Ek dink hys in die toilet...