Ninja
Yo yo yo yo-landi Vi$$er
Twee duisend nege
Die fokken antwoord

Wat pomp julle?

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
I'm rustig ekse, o, we go ballistic, you can't fuck with this shit
It's dark and its different, pay attention or be like how can I missed it
Yu, maar sys giftig - Oo jussie is dit?
Staan terug boetie, cause I spoeg when I spit shit
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
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 three van Die Son

Wat pomp julle?

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
Okey, this is my song

Fok jou ek dink jys n poes
Wat jou vir n poes want jy klink soos n poes
Jy rap soos n poes en jy sing soos n poes
Vars want jy stink soos n poes

Alright let me speak yo, all up in this freak show
Ok, check out my skill, think fuckin' cleanly
Like my name was Nigel
Moenie vir my flippen tune nie, ek gaan vir my ma se
K, toemaar los dit, if it doesnt fit, force it, thats my motto
I rap like a sore thumb, what's up with you brother
I fit right in, like my cock 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

Wat pomp julle?