Yo yo yo Yo-landi Visser
Jack Parow
Die fokken Antwoord

Wat pomp julle?

Yo-landi Visser:
Fresh futuristic
Me I’m a misfit, drink my 5 Roses tea with a biscuit
I’m sweet and I’m twisted, like a koeksuster
I’m rustig ekse, o, we go ballistic, you can’t fuck with this shit
It’s dark and it’s different, pay attention or be like fuck it, I missed it
Joe, maar sy’s giftig, oo jissie is dit?
Staan terug boetie, cause I spoeg when I spit shit
I missed it
My number’s unlisted
Yo, fuck 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

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
Fuck yes I'm dressed for success my breath is kak fresh
(There you go, baby)
Look at that lekker romantiese Afrikaans superstar rapper
Check my fokken uit
Lat die beat drop player
Die naam’s Jack Parrow
Fok steve hofmeyer

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

Yo Max, 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
All right, 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

Wat pomp julle?

Uh (hoss)
2009 (yo)
Die fokken Antwoord (fresh futuristic)

Dj Hi-Tek (duidelik)
Yo-landi Visser (some fucking fancy shit)

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!)
Don’t fuck with my style
Ninja — I’m a tiger

Yo, waar die fok is Jack?
Ek dink hy’s in die toilet . . .

Lyrics submitted by freizeit, edited by Mellow_Harsher

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  • +1
    Lyric CorrectionMe and my super fresh crew to the rescue
    We come to gently caress you
    Like two warm balles in a nice calm palm
    Make you feel strange when the mics on
    SoggyPonduon March 12, 2010   Link
  • 0
    General CommentAgree with soggy pond (except it's ballas - balls)

    Also I think:

    I missed it, my numbers unlisted
    Yo **** the system, I got my own system.
    Cos I wont listen, my freaky deaky liedjies blow systems.
    You can hear me coming from the distance.

    My style is poisonous, a freak fucker gom

    Now Max, (Or yo Max) fok jou ek dink jys n poes!

    Definitely "geen fokken clue nie"

    After "I'm not weird, you're weird" there's another line - something like "I'm just flipping new here"

    owly jron March 24, 2010   Link

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