HO$H HO$H HO$H - Die Antwoord, Skelm

Hosh Ninja

Kykie my bru

Die grond is in sy poes

Die kak rappers wat die grond kom sy poes maak

Hulle moet in hulle poes gemaak word, die naaiers

Hosh hosh hosh hosh

Kap hulle koppe af, gooi hulle lyke innie bos

Hosh hosh hosh hosh

Ons gekragte is gekoppel tot binne innie hof

Hosh hosh hosh hosh

Een en elke nommer op sokwana maak ons toe met bof

Hosh hosh hosh hosh

Hosh hosh hosh hosh

Hosh! Salute manskap

Bobajan skiet die hekke oop, brap brap

Die grond is in sy fokken poes fucked up

My bofana klap nou moet ek bloed gaan vat

Kykie die ma se fokken poes maak kak

Die naai se nommer change hom die bloed gan spat

Die bloed gan tap, die bloed gan spuit

Die bloed gaan piss by sy fokken bek uit

Hosh hosh hosh hosh

Kap hulle koppe af, gooi hulle lyke innie bos

Hosh hosh hosh hosh

Ons gekragte is gekoppel tot binne in die hof

Hosh hosh hosh hosh

Een en elke nommer op sokwana maak ons toe met bof

Hosh hosh hosh hosh

Hosh hosh hosh hosh

Kom ons maak die Zefside holland

Eks lastig

Slag slag slag

Stiek hom innie nag

Of die fokken middle vannie dag

Wapper die flag

Maak vol! Gaan haal allie bruse

Die naaiers rap kak

Hom

Vedala die poese

Hulle versak die mense

Ek het klaar gesien

Stiekie naaiers annie brand

Gaan haalie parafin

Ennie guns ennie bombs

Bring all magazines

Ennie baseball bette

Hom! Ek is kapadien

Gee my jou keppie! Gee me your jacket! Gee my tekkies naaier

Gee my jou chain! Gee my earrings en al daai ringe naaier

Gee my jou fone! Gee my jou wallet! En jou goue tande

Kom speel af ou brudda! Of ek stiek jou kop vol gatte

Gee my jou keppie! Gee me your jacket! Gee my tekkies naaier

Gee my jou chain! Gee my earrings en al daai ringe naaier

Gee my jou fone! Gee my jou wallet! En jou goue tande

Kom speel af ou brudda! Of ek stiek jou kop vol gatte

Fuck

Hosh hosh hosh hosh

Kap hulle koppe af, gooi hulle lyke innie bos

Hosh hosh hosh hosh

Ons gekragte is gekoppel tot binne in die hof

Hosh hosh hosh hosh

Een en elke nommer op sokwana maak ons toe met bof

Hosh hosh hosh hosh

Hosh hosh hosh hosh

Maak toe

Dala manskap

Vang daai naaier

Fok jou

Jy’s a wannabee American rapper jy

Rap in jou eie taal jou naai

Almal weet jy was gebore innie Kaap

Uit jou ma se poes

Trekkie poes kaal uit

Vang daai bayonette, hom

Hom! Jy sabela net stof

Sit die stamp van ZEF op sy bors sodat die naaiers sien

Ons het ons grond terug gevat met bof

Hosh Ninja

Look here my brother

Our territory is fucked

These shit rappers are fucking everything up

We must teach them a lesson, the fuckers

Cut their heads off! Throw their bodies in the bush

We are connected all the way inside the courts

Every number on the outside we close with blood

Hosh! Salute my niggaz

Bobajan shoots the gates open, brap brap

Our territory is fucked in it’s cunt

My blood is boiling, now I want to go take blood

Check it, this mothers fucking cunt is causing trouble

The fuckers number has changed, hom the blood is going to splat

The blood is going to run, the blood is going to squirt

The blood is going to piss out his mouth

Cut their heads off! Throw their bodies in the bush

We are connected all the way inside the courts

Every number on the outside we close with blood

Let’s paint the Zefside red with the blood of the enemy

I’m bothersome

Kill kill kill

Take them in the night

Or in broad fuckin daylight

Fly the flag

Let’s go, go fetch all the brothers

These fuckers rap shit

Hom

Finish these cunts

They weaken our people

I have seen this already

Set them on fire

Go grab the paraffin

And the guns and the bombs

Bring all the bullets

And the baseball bats

Hom! I’m down

Give me your cap! Give me your jacket! Give me your sneakers fucker

Give me your chain! Give me your earrings and all those rings fucker

Give me your phone! Give me your wallet! And your gold teeth

Do what I say my brother, or I stick your head full of holes

Give me your cap! Give me your jacket! Give me your sneakers fucker

Give me your chain! Give me your earrings and all those rings fucker

Give me your phone! Give me your wallet! And your gold teeth

Do what I say my brother, or I stick your head full of holes

Fuck

Cut their heads off! Throw their bodies in the bush

We are connected all the way inside the courts

Every number on the outside we close with blood

Finish him

Lets go niggaz

Catch that fucker

Fuck you

You a wannabe American rapper

Rap in your own language you fuck

Everyone knows you were born in the Cape

Out your mother’s cunt

Strip the cunt naked

Bring me that knife

Hom! Your words are empty

Tattoo the word ZEF on his chest so that these fuckers see

We have taken our territory back with blood