Wat Pomp

Ninja

Yo yo yo yo-landi Visser

Jack Parow

DJ-Hitek

Die fokken antwoord

Chorus:

Wat pomp julle?

Yo-landi Visser:

Fresh futuristig

Me I'm a misfit, drink my 5 roses tea with a biscuit

I'm shweet and I'm twisted, like a koeksuster

I'm rustig ekse, o, we go ballistig, you can't f*ck with this sh*t

It's dark and it's different, pay attention or be like F*ckit, I missed it

Joe, maar sy's giftig, oo jissie is dit?

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

I missed it

My number's unlisted

Yo f*ck the system, I got my own system.

Poes, I won't 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, it's 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

Shit the mirror's 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

F*ck 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 naam's 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 mic's on

Ok, this is my song

(somebody?) Fok jou ek dink jy's '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 dit,

If it doesn't fit, force it, that's my motto.

I'm not weird, you're weird

I'm just flippin new here

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

Chorus:

Wat pomp julle?

Uuh (hosss)

2009 (yo)

Die fokken Antwoord (fresh futuristig)

Yo

Dj Hitek (duidelik)

Yo-landi Visser (some f*cking fancy sh*t)

Uuh

Jy check my op die fokken strate (yo)

Jy check my in fokken larny restaurant (we're 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

Don't fuck with my style

Ninja - I'm a tiger

Yo, waar die fok is Jack?

Jack?

Parow?

Ek dink hy's in die toilet…