HO$H HO$H HO$H
Bobajan, Skelm, Die Antwoord
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Hosh Ninja Kykie my bru Die grond is in sy poes Die kak rappers wat die grond kom sy poes maak Hulle moet in hulle poes gemaak word, die naaiers Hosh hosh hosh hosh Kap hulle koppe af, gooi hulle lyke innie bos Hosh hosh hosh hosh Ons gekragte is gekoppel tot binne innie hof Hosh hosh hosh hosh Een en elke nommer op sokwana maak ons toe met bof Hosh hosh hosh hosh Hosh hosh hosh hosh Hosh! Salute manskap Bobajan skiet die hekke oop, brap brap Die grond is in sy fokken poes fucked up My bofana klap nou moet ek bloed gaan vat Kykie die ma se fokken poes maak kak Die naai se nommer change hom die bloed gan spat Die bloed gan tap, die bloed gan spuit Die bloed gaan piss by sy fokken bek uit Hosh hosh hosh hosh Kap hulle koppe af, gooi hulle lyke innie bos Hosh hosh hosh hosh Ons gekragte is gekoppel tot binne in die hof Hosh hosh hosh hosh Een en elke nommer op sokwana maak ons toe met bof Hosh hosh hosh hosh Hosh hosh hosh hosh Kom ons maak die Zefside holland Eks lastig Slag slag slag Stiek hom innie nag Of die fokken middle vannie dag Wapper die flag Maak vol! Gaan haal allie bruse Die naaiers rap kak Hom Vedala die poese Hulle versak die mense Ek het klaar gesien Stiekie naaiers annie brand Gaan haalie parafin Ennie guns ennie bombs Bring all magazines Ennie baseball bette Hom! Ek is kapadien Gee my jou keppie! Gee me your jacket! Gee my tekkies naaier Gee my jou chain! Gee my earrings en al daai ringe naaier Gee my jou fone! Gee my jou wallet! En jou goue tande Kom speel af ou brudda! Of ek stiek jou kop vol gatte Gee my jou keppie! Gee me your jacket! Gee my tekkies naaier Gee my jou chain! Gee my earrings en al daai ringe naaier Gee my jou fone! Gee my jou wallet! En jou goue tande Kom speel af ou brudda! Of ek stiek jou kop vol gatte F*ck Hosh hosh hosh hosh Kap hulle koppe af, gooi hulle lyke innie bos Hosh hosh hosh hosh Ons gekragte is gekoppel tot binne in die hof Hosh hosh hosh hosh Een en elke nommer op sokwana maak ons toe met bof Hosh hosh hosh hosh Hosh hosh hosh hosh Maak toe Dala manskap Vang daai naaier Fok jou Jy's a wannabee American rapper jy Rap in jou eie taal jou naai Almal weet jy was gebore innie Kaap Uit jou ma se poes Trekkie poes kaal uit Vang daai bayonette, hom Hom! Jy sabela net stof Sit die stamp van ZEF op sy bors sodat die naaiers sien Ons het ons grond terug gevat met bof Hosh Ninja Look here my brother Our territory is fucked These shit rappers are fucking everything up We must teach them a lesson, the fuckers Cut their heads off! Throw their bodies in the bush We are connected all the way inside the courts Every number on the outside we close with blood Hosh! Salute my niggaz Bobajan shoots the gates open, brap brap Our territory is fucked in it's cunt My blood is boiling, now I want to go take blood Check it, this mothers fucking cunt is causing trouble The fuckers number has changed, hom the blood is going to splat The blood is going to run, the blood is going to squirt The blood is going to piss out his mouth Cut their heads off! Throw their bodies in the bush We are connected all the way inside the courts Every number on the outside we close with blood Let's paint the Zefside red with the blood of the enemy I'm bothersome Kill kill kill Take them in the night Or in broad fuckin' daylight Fly the flag Let's go, go fetch all the brothers These fuckers rap shit Hom Finish these cunts They weaken our people I have seen this already Set them on fire Go grab the paraffin And the guns and the bombs Bring all the bullets And the baseball bats Hom! I'm down Give me your cap! Give me your jacket! Give me your sneakers fucker Give me your chain! Give me your earrings and all those rings fucker Give me your phone! Give me your wallet! And your gold teeth Do what I say my brother, or I stick your head full of holes Give me your cap! Give me your jacket! Give me your sneakers fucker Give me your chain! Give me your earrings and all those rings fucker Give me your phone! Give me your wallet! And your gold teeth Do what I say my brother, or I stick your head full of holes F*ck Cut their heads off! Throw their bodies in the bush We are connected all the way inside the courts Every number on the outside we close with blood Finish him Lets go niggas Catch that fucker F*ck you You a wannabe American rapper Rap in your own language you f*ck Everyone knows you were born in the Cape Out your mother's cunt Strip the cunt naked Bring me that knife Hom! Your words are empty Tattoo the word ZEF on his chest so that these fuckers see We have taken our territory back with blood
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