Die Antwoord
Die Antwoord - Evil Boy songtekst
Je score:
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! 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! 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 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 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! 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!