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Die Antwoord - HO$H HO$H HO$H Lyrics




[ Featuring Bobajan, 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 f*cked 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

F*ck

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 f*cked
These shit rappers are f*cking everything up
We must teach them a lesson, the f*ckers

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 f*cked in it's cunt
My blood is boiling, now I want to go take blood
Check it, this mothers f*cking cunt is causing trouble
The f*ckers 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 f*ckin' daylight

Fly the flag

Let's go, go fetch all the brothers

These f*ckers 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 f*cker
Give me your chain! Give me your earrings and all those rings f*cker
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 f*cker
Give me your chain! Give me your earrings and all those rings f*cker
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

F*ck

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 niggas

Catch that f*cker

F*ck you
You a wannabe American rapper
Rap in your own language you f*ck
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 f*ckers see
We have taken our territory back with blood
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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 f*cked 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

F*ck

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 f*cked
These shit rappers are f*cking everything up
We must teach them a lesson, the f*ckers

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 f*cked in it's cunt
My blood is boiling, now I want to go take blood
Check it, this mothers f*cking cunt is causing trouble
The f*ckers 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 f*ckin' daylight

Fly the flag

Let's go, go fetch all the brothers

These f*ckers 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 f*cker
Give me your chain! Give me your earrings and all those rings f*cker
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 f*cker
Give me your chain! Give me your earrings and all those rings f*cker
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

F*ck

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 niggas

Catch that f*cker

F*ck you
You a wannabe American rapper
Rap in your own language you f*ck
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 f*ckers see
We have taken our territory back with blood
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Watkin Jones, Anri du Toit
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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