Ninja
Yo yo yo yo-landi Visser
Twee duisend nege
Die fokken antwoord [the f**king answer]
[Chorus]
Wat pomp julle? [What are you pumping?]
[Yo-Landi
Visser]
Fresh futuristic
Me I'm a misfit, drink my Five Roses tea with a biscuit
I'm shweet and I'm twisted, like a koeksister [koeksister
is a braided/twisted donut]
I'm rustig ekse, o, we go ballistic, you can't
f**k with
this sh*t
It's dark and its different, pay attention or be like
how can I missed it
Yu, maar sys giftig - Oo jussie is dit? [Sheesh but she's
poisonous - ooh, jeez is it?]
Staan terug boetie, cause I spoeg when I spit shit.
[Stand back brother]
I'm misfit, my numbers unlisted
Yo f**k the system, I own my own system.
Poes, I wont listen, my tricky dicky lietjie blows
systems [poes means c**t, lietjie means song]
You can hear me coming from the distance.
Mense versigtig, I get up to mischief
[People be careful]
Jou fokken
mif dik lip op 'n tik klip [Your f**king rotten thick
lip on a meth rock]
My style is poison, its a freak pak of gom [pack of gum]
Giftige cherrie up on page three van Die Son. [Poisonous
chick on page three of The Sun]
[Chorus]
Wat pomp julle? [What are you pumping?]
[Ninja]
Me and my
super-fresh crew interest you
We come to
gently caress you
Like two
warm bollocks in a nice long palm
Make you
feel strange when the Mic's on
Ok, this is
my song
fok jou ek dink jys n poes
[f**k you, I think youre a
c*nt]
Wat jou vir n poes want jy klink soos n poes [treat you
like a c*nt cause you sound like a c*nt]
Jy rap soos n poes en jy sing soos n poes [you rap
like a c*nt and you sing like a c*nt]
vars want jy stink soos n poes [fresh cause you
stink like a c*nt]
Alright let
me speak yo, all up in this freak show
Ok, check out my skill, think f**kin cleanly
Like my name was Nigel.
Moenie vir my flippen tune nie, ek gaan vir my ma se. [Don't
flippin' tease me, I'll tell my mom]
K, toemaar los dit, if it doesnt fit, force it, thats my
motto. [Ok, never mind, leave it]
I rap like a sore thumb, what's up with you brother
I fit right in, like my c**k 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 [You f**ker, you f**ker]
[Chorus]
Wat pomp julle? [What are you pumping?]
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