⛈️ Die Antwoord I Don T Need You Lyrics

Don't worry Ninja, I'm gonna make you proud I'm here to work, I'm not here to fuck around. (is ja) I'm your special little cherry on the top I keep it very fucking hot and I'm never gonna fall Been rapping for 20 fucking years A whole lot of fucking blood sweat and tears Who cares they don't give a fuck On the mic I'm taking no prisoners Kykie I don't care, I don't care I don't care, I don't care As long as you're with me I don't care, I don't care I don't care, I don't care As long as you're with me La la la la la la la la la Even if it's raining, and the wind is blowing Even if we're far from home, even if it's snowing I know that our love is pure, our love will protect us Even if You have reached Ciulla Management, unfortunately there is no one here to take your call. Leave your name and a message Tony, Ninja. Listen my friend, I only tell you one time. Don't fck me Tony, don't you ever try to fck me Ninja who are you speaking to? Oh I was just leaving a message for Tony Watch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Subscribe now: http://bit.ly/Subscribe-to-NoiseyDie Antwoord - "Fatty Boom Boom": http://bit.ly/Fatty-Boom-BoomCLOSE DA CURTAINS! PUMP UP DA BASS!PLAY IT FU I think that DJ Hi-Tek Rulez is the worst Die Antwoord song. While it has the memorable "DJ Hi-Tek will fuck you in the ass" line, it's just awful. It's like the Revolution 9 of Die Antwoord songs in my opinion. The vocals (if you want to call them that), are just DJ Hi-Tek talking with his voice distorted over a generic trap beat. Lyrics to Die Antwoord I Dont Dwank: Fuck dude, I'm so fucking pissed off dude You know that fucking picture with the, With the chick with the fucking big tits and Die Antwoord (Afrikaans for 'The Answer') is a South African rap-rave group form… aFpDI0. I don′t need you I don't need you You′re like see through I don't see you I don't need you I don′t need you You′re like see through I don't see you I don′t need you I don't need you You′re like see through I don't see you I don′t need you I don't need you You're like see through I don′t see you I′m a playa Folding paper From the golden acre To the overseas Move over please The over taker Hot boude shaker The fucking answer The fucking last year Dit was lekker maar dis nou klaar You got your pat on the back But you can't fuck with The rising talent of rap Don′t speak to me Did somebody say something With the bass pumping The place jumping? I don't need you I don′t need you You're like see through I don′t see you I don't need you I don't need you You′re like see through I don′t see you Butt Fuck all Exactly Yeah, you're nasty Yeah, I′m nasty I've got the ice cream Cherry Yogurt Yeah, you know it You want a lick of my ice cream Suck I′m a lucky ducky I think your sucky-fucky Don't speak to me Did somebody say something With the bass pumping The place jumping? I don′t need you I don't need you You're like see through I don′t see you I don′t need you I don't need you You′re like see through I don't see you The all are masa They been down with us So stay one I fucking love you Though all the other ones With no fucking face I don′t love you I'm above you I don′t need you I don't need you You're like see through I don′t see you I don′t need you I don't need you You′re like see through I don't see you I don′t need you I don't need you You′re like see through I don't see you I don't need you I don′t need you You′re like see through I don't see you But disown your fuckin′ self Writer(s): Justin De Nobrega, Watkin Jones, Bastiaan Bas Bron Lyrics powered by Die Antwoord Die Antwoord Die Antwoord (Afrikaans for "The Answer") is a South African rap-rave group whose style draws from the Zef counter-culture movement. more » Year: 2010 4:30 124 Views Playlists: #12 Watch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great Singer In your face Jealousy makes you nasty In your face! Yo-landi vi$$er! gooi! Bring it! Bam! you don't know who I am! I'm a phenomenon that you can never understand You don't know where I come from! you don't know where I hang! I fck you when I slam with my motherfuckin slang We coming wif that hot stuff drop it like it's warm, hot Pretty fokken wise hier getatoo op my arm, pretty fuckin wise tattooed here on my arm Ag shame if yo-landi vi$$er's fuckin wif your brain Don't think about it too much you'll pop a fuckin vein Like b-b-b-boom! gimme fuckin room! You chilling in the fast lane fucking up my zoom Lekker fokken brain-strain keeping up wif this shit, sexy mind-fck All up in the main vein keep it fuckin twisted People think they know me but they don't know shit Follow my every move, snif the seat after I sit Make you feel it when I spit want ek spoeg jou fokken nat, cos I spit you fuckin wet All I know is that I'm blowing up like jissis what the fck? wat? Ninja! Boom! gimme fuckin room! I'm coming from the dark side of the fuckin moon! I'm a god or a devil! harder than metal! Ja I'm a rebel! fck you if you not on my level Lot of nosey naaiers digging in my past, fuckers Like an irritating little finger in my arse Ja sure ninja changed a little since he left school So did you but the thing is you a little less cool Look at me now man, damn! I don't know where I am! What must I do wif all this fuckin money in my hand? Used to be a no-one, now I'm the fuckin man With this fck-you money to say fck you cos I can Woo! jissis guys, this is nice! Chilling up in motherfuckin business class Take this hot face-cloth wipe my bum Get it lekker ready so that you can kiss my arse, nice and ready Fokof! Fok jou! Here is something you can't understand How I can just flip the fuckin script Watch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great Singer Written by: ANRI DU TOIT, ANRI VISSER, JUSTIN DE NOBREGA, WATKIN JONES, WATKIN TUDOR JONES Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc. Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind Lyrics: you're a rockstar My momma talkin' to me, tryna tell me how to live White boy, white boy, in your cop car But I don't listen to her, 'cause my head is MORTICIAN: Not at all. See you on Thursday. CUSTOMER: Right. [clop clop] MORTICIAN: Who's that then? CUSTOMER: I don't know. MORTICIAN: Must be a king. You're all (lie together, cry together) I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together) To get by You're all (lie together, cry together) the fear of becoming you to get me though college So don't die, far away, don't die yet I just smoke Don't die, don't die yet, far away things take You're all (lie together, cry together) I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together) To get by You're all (lie together, cry together) and out my zone if you really wanna know I got Hen and got Patron if you're really tryna go Oh, you don't know Bamz? I'm what the music game need Like "DIE ANTWOORD!" Fuck, I still can't say the shit But how quickly they forget who the fuck I was Now Ninja try to duck my slugs, you let your girl get up with you brother? I fit right in, have 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 Overworkin', no sleep is just another way to die slow But I'll just keep goin' strong and never let my eyes close You need me, I don't need you You need me, From your passport, it looks like you lying (know you cold) You broken down by your past, don't deny it (you know I know) Your ex called, you was fre$! Vars If I don't know you get lost, you not on my level Yo put the pedal to the metal Yoh! Dis net soos n gynecologist se office Net n klomp your protection Need your protection Ninja is poes cool But don't fuck with my game, boy Or I'll poes you Life is tough when I get stuck And my your protection Need your protection Ninja is poes cool But don't fuck with my game, boy Or I'll poes you Life is tough when I get stuck And my in a hopeless place Shine a light through an open door Love and life I will divide Turn away 'cause I need you more Feel the heartbeat in my mind Kykie kykie, ons is face to face hie I'm showing you affection, luister baby I know you need protection, jy's a meisie I'm living my vida loca and it let it blink, nigga, I don't think (oh) Your hood Titanic, we gon' make that shit sink (straight up) Live by the code, die by the code Never been When I come back, that's it You see a flash in the sky, it's that nigga, I When I land, you wack niggas die And your casket is your last hit You wack cum) I need a ryde or die bitch (I rock a icy ass chain with a earring in my tongue) Uh, uh, yo Yo, when you see Sheek, don't look at me as Sheek cum) I need a ryde or die bitch (I rock a icy ass chain with a earring in my tongue) Uh, uh, yo Yo, when you see Sheek, don't look at me as Sheek (Yeah yeah) (Yeah yeah) (Yeah yeah) (Yeah yeah) (Nah nah) (Yeah yeah) (Rage) I just don't don't don't need you (You) don't don't don't need you wrestle sumos and expect a clue so But where were you though I'm numero uno I'm een one word You are not the answer Die Antwoord Ek's daaiste dik naai Who ja!) Nothing you can so or do can harm me Ek's kak vokken kom ? en jy's a flou vokken laanie Fuck with Die Antwoord you fuck with the army My fans Got a question, you afraid to die? That's the only question I got for you Huh Flowers on my grave, doves in the sky (doves in the sky) Rats in ) Keep on, keep on dancing (Die die) Keep on, keep on doing it y’all (Die die) Until I die (Die die) Why don’t you join me (Die die) Until I die (Die die Help build the largest human-edited lyrics collection on the web! Wat Pomp? Lyrics[Intro: Ninja, Yolandi & Jack Parow]Ninja!Yo-Yo-Yo-Yo-Landi Visser!Jack Parow!DJ Hi-TekDie fokken Antwoord![Chorus: Ninja & Yolandi]Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp, wat pomp, wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp, wat pomp, wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp, wat pomp, wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp, wat pomp, wat pomp?[Verse 1: Yo-landi Visser]Fresh futuristigMe I’m a misfit, drink my 5 roses tea with a biscuitI’m shweet and I’m twisted, like a koeksusterI’m rustig ekse, o, we go ballistig, you can’t fuck with this shitIt’s dark and it’s different, pay attention or be like "Fuck it, I missed it"([Ninja] Joe, maar sy’s giftig, oo jissie is dit?)Staan terug boetie, cause I spoeg when I spit shitI missed itMy number’s unlistedYo fuck the system, I got my own system'Cause I won’t listen, my tricky-dicky lietjie blows systemsYou can hear me coming from the distanceMense versigtig, I get up to mischiefJou fokken mif dik lip op 'n tik klipMy style is poison, it’s a freak pak of gomGiftige cherrie up on page 3 van Die Son[Chorus: Ninja & Yolandi]Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp, wat pomp, wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp, wat pomp, wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp, wat pomp, wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp, wat pomp, wat pomp?(Jack Parow)[Verse 2: Jack Parow]Wat pomp julle?Raak dronk op pilleVrot binne as die kwaai pop singers kop sinneEk verskyn uit die stoom van die stortSoos n droom of ‘n visie, 'n oom op n missieMirror, mirror on the wall tell me who's illI'm touched with true skillI bust the blue steelShit, the mirror’s mistySjoe, who can this beLet's see the seksie refleksieEksie perfeksie donner op 'n entjieStonewashed jeans palm bome op my hempieTssssFuck yes I'm dressed for success, my breath is kak freshJack Parow!([Ninja] There you go, baby)Look at that lekker romantiese Afrikaans superster rapperCheck my fokken uit, lat die beat drop playerDie naam’s Jack Parow, fok Steve Hofmeyer[Chorus: Ninja & Yolandi]Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp, wat pomp, wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp, wat pomp, wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp, wat pomp, wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp, wat pomp, wat pomp?[Verse 3: Ninja]Me and my super fresh look to the rescueWe come to gently caress youLike two warm ballas in a nice cold palmMake you feel strange when the mic’s onOkay, this is my songFok 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 poesHou my neus vas want jy stink soos ‘n poesAlright lemme speak yo, all up in this freak showOkay, check out my skill, geen fokken clue nieLike my name was NigelMoenie my flippen tune nieEk gaan vir my ma seOkay, toemaar los ditIf it doesn’t fit, force it, that’s my mottoI'm not weird, you're weirdI’m just flippin' new hereI rap like a sore thumb, what’s up with you brother?I fit right in, like my cock in your motherSo don’t tell me I’ve got no fireI’m running on the spot and I’m so tiredHair getting blown back by my blow dryerJou naaier, jou naaier[Chorus: Ninja & Yolandi]Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp, wat pomp, wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp, wat pomp, wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp, wat pomp, wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp julle?Wat pomp, wat pomp, wat pomp?[Ninja]Uuh (Hosss)2009 (Yo)Die fokken Antwoord (Fresh futuristig)Yo, DJ Hi-Tek (Duidelik)Yo-landi Visser (Some fucking fancy shit)Uuh[Yo-Landi]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[Ninja]Yo, die fokken ninja (Ouch)Stainless steel stab comin’ at yaMy borshare mooi afgeskeer (Daarsy!)Donald Duck cap from the overseas (Oulik!)FreesssshDon’t fuck with my styleNinja... I’m a tigerYo, waar die fok is Jack?Jack?Parow?[Yo-landi]Ek dink hy’s in die toilet... I don't need you I don't need you You're like see through I don't see you I don't need you I don't need you You're like see through I don't see you I don't need you I don't need you You're like see through I don't see you I don't need you I don't need you You're like see through I don't see you I'm a playa Folding paper From the golden acre To the overseas Move over please The over taker Hot boude shaker The fucking answer The fucking last year Dit was lekker maar dis nou klaar You got your pat on the back But you can't fuck with The rising talent of rap Don't speak to me Did somebody say something With the bass pumping The place jumping? I don't need you I don't need you You're like see through I don't see you I don't need you I don't need you You're like see through I don't see you Butt Fuck all Exactly Yeah, you're nasty Yeah, I'm nasty I've got the ice cream Cherry Yogurt Yeah, you know it You want a lick of my ice cream Suck I'm a lucky ducky I think your sucky-fucky Don't speak to me Did somebody say something With the bass pumping The place jumping? I don't need you I don't need you You're like see through I don't see you I don't need you I don't need you You're like see through I don't see you The all are masa They been down with us So stay one I fucking love you Though all the other ones With no fucking face I don't love you I'm above you I don't need you I don't need you You're like see through I don't see you I don't need you I don't need you You're like see through I don't see you I don't need you I don't need you You're like see through I don't see you I don't need you I don't need you You're like see through I don't see you But disown your fuckin' self Writer(s): WATKIN JONES, BAS BRON, JUSTIN DE NOBREGA Lyrics powered by

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