Total Fuckup

You are so lost in make-believe

You have a new reality

Kyk yo!

Secretly I'm flippin insecure there I said it

Behind the scenes I'm tired of being me cause I'm pathetic

I'm never gonna make it, I might as well forget it

Success fuck yes, never gonna get it

Broke as a joke, I swear to God I wouldn't lie to you

Never had a job since I left school in '92

Can't handle people telling me what to do

Need to be my own boss that's why I rock a suit

Try to handle my biz and show I'm the man

Here I am, with the microphone in my hand

If it's not a microphone in my hand, it's a flyer

Like a muf door to door salesman with no fire

Please come see my show, it's gonna be cool I promise

This song is, honest, enough to make you vomit

Still sounding strange, still counting change

Huh what's happening? I never wanna rap again

You are so lost in make-believe

You have a new reality

Total fuck up

Sorry bru, I still don’t mean to worry you, hello

I'm not asking for money, sorry man, hello?

My naam is duppie, bly in die afdakkie

Yo brah, you and me we could be making some money

Your rap is kak funny bro I skeem you rock

I also watch channel o, yo I feel you dog

You mustn't put yourself down, I don't think you're kak

You must too hook me up, maybe I can bring you luck

Cause I also do music, yeah I also got a talent

I do karaoke in the happy hour at the tavern

And you must check I did win the competition

And I got a vision, now a man is on a mission

Cause the man has got problems, you know how hard the life is

Four little lighties from four different wifeys

I'm serious, let's do this, we can make a cd

Put me in a studio, I wanna be on tv!

Check me out, check me out, check me out

(Singing)

Everybody's laughing because it's you I'm asking

They don't skeem my chances are high

They say that I don't have what it takes to make you happy

All the same I just have to try

(Ba bree ba bree ba bree bap-bap)

Hello my naam is duppie

(Ba bree ba bree ba bree bap-bap)

Maar julle moenie lag nie

(Ba bree ba bree ba bree bap-bap)

Ek trek my entjie warm

(Ba bree ba bree ba bree bap-bap)

Maar ek trek nie die vrag nie

Kykie, you're not a rap crew

(Duppie: Maak jou bek toe!)

Gaan die oomie werk toe of kerk toe?

Don't moan, rather put down the microphone and go home

Fuck you and your kak suit!

Woah woah woah woah woah

I want to break free, why does everybody hate me?

Maybe I should take e, and maybe try to get in with the new rave scene

I'll change my name to wad e, rock space age shades and shave my body

Sport tight little white shorts, now I'm the man

A tight white vest says: Pump up the jam

Change my accent; make it more wild

Total makeover, change my whole style

With the tiger balm inside my palm

My mind is gone, but the vibe is on

You are so lost in make-believe

You have a new reality

You are so lost in make-believe

You have a new reality

Total fuck up