Wat Pomp Lyrics – Die Antwoord
Singer: Die Antwoord
Title: 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 Im a misfit, drink my 5 roses tea with a biscuit
Im shweet and Im twisted, like a koeksuster
Im rustig ekse, o, we go ballistig, you cant f#ck with this sh#t
Its dark and its different, pay attention or be like f#ckit, I missed it
Joe, maar sys giftig, oo jissie is dit?
Staan terug boetie, cause I spoeg when I spit sh*t.
I missed it
My numbers unlisted
Yo f#ck the system, I got 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 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
sh#t the mirrors 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!
Look at that lekker romantiese afrikaans superster rapper
Check my fokken uit
Lat die beat drop player
Die naams 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 mics on
Ok, this is my song
Fok jou ek dink jys 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 doesnt fit, force it, thats my motto.
I’m not weird, you’re weird
Im just flippin new here
I rap like a sore thumb, whats up with you brother
I fit right in, like my c#ck in your mother.
So dont tell me Ive got no fire
Im running on the spot and Im 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 (were 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
Dont f#ck with my style
Ninja Im a tiger
Yo, waar die fok is Jack?
Jack?
Parow?
Ek dink hys in die toilet…
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Wat Pomp – English Translation
Ninja
Yo yo yo yo-landi Visser
Jack Parow
DJ Hitek
The f#cking answer
[Chorus:]
What are you pumping?
[Yo-landi Fisher:]
Fresh futuristic
Me Im a misfit, drink my 5 roses tea with a biscuit
Im sweet and Im twisted, like a cookie sister
Im calm exe, oh, we go ballistic, you cant f#ck with this sh#t
Its dark and its different, pay attention or be like f#ckit, I missed it
Joe, but sis poisonous, oh jeez is it?
Stand back bro, cause I spit when I spit sh*t.
I missed it
My numbers unlisted
Yo f#ck the system, I got my own system.
b#tch, I won’t listen, my tricky dicky little song blows systems.
You can hear me coming from the distance.
People beware, I get up to mischief
Your f#cking mif thick lip on a tick stone
My style is poison, its a freak pack of glue.
Poisonous cherry up on page 3 of Die Son.
[Chorus:]
What are you pumping?
[Jack Parow:]
What are you pumping?
Get drunk on pills
Rotten inside as the angry pop singers head sentences
I emerge from the steam of the shower
Like a dream or a vision, an uncle on a mission
Mirror, mirror on the wall tell me who’s ill
I’m touched with true skill
I bust the blue steel
sh#t the mirrors misty
Wow who can this be
Lets see the reflection section
Ection perfection donner at a distance
Stonewashed jeans palm trees on my shirt
Shhh
f#ck yes I’m dressed for success my breath is sh#t fresh
JACK PARROW!
Look at that nice romantic Afrikaans superstar rapper
Check my f#ck out
Let the beat drop player
The name Jack Parrow
f#ck steve hofmeyer
[Ninja:]
Me and my super fresh look to the rescue
We come to gently caress you
Like two warm ballasts in a nice cold palm
Make you feel strange when the mics are on
Ok, this is my song
f#ck you, I think you’re a b#tch!
Take you for a b#tch because you sound like a b#tch!
You rap like a b#tch and you sing like a b#tch.
Hold my nose because you stink like a b#tch
Alright lemme speak yo, all up in this freak show.
Ok, check out my skill, no f#cking clue
Like my name was Nigel.
Don’t tune my flippen
I’m going to tell my mother.
Okay, shut it up,
If it doesn’t fit, force it, that’s my motto.
I’m not weird, you’re weird
Im just flippin new here
I rap like a sore thumb, what’s up with you brother
I fit right in, like my c#ck in your mother.
So don’t tell me I’ve got no fire
Im running on the spot and Im so tired
Hair getting blown back by my blow dryer
Your Tailor, your tailor
[Chorus:]
What are you pumping?
ugh (hosss)
2009 (yo)
Die fokken Antwoord (fresh futuristic)
Yo
Dj Hitek (clear)
Yo-landi Visser (some f#cking fancy sh#t)
Uhh
You check me out on the f#cking streets (yo)
You check me in f#cking larny restaurant (were very fancy)
Yo, You check me on page 3 of Die Son
Yo the f#cking ninja (ouch)
Stainless steel stab comin at ya
My chest hair shaved off nicely (there!)
Donald Duck cap from the overseas (cute!)
Freessssh
Dont f#ck with my style
Ninja Im a tiger
Yo, where the f#ck is Jack?
Jack?
Parow?
I think he’s in the toilet…
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Lyrics Die Antwoord – Wat Pomp
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