Lyrics

(“ek is die kak kom vat 'n slag van hierdie goeie kak”)
if I remember your eye colour
it’s cause you got small boobs
behind every fat chick’s a glamour
(“BITCH MOVE”)
Aint black but I love me some roots
im kunta kin-tay on the juice
reparations paid in
pussy juice
i make thunder
call me zues
i sixtney nine
I pay my dues
sperm count so high
swallows after she chews
cock on the menu
as a superfood
covered in this bitches fondu
got me really in the mood
so much movement like (“me too”)
this sex is just so taboo
straight up twisted like voodoo
Dispicable me,
call me grew
minion bitches for my crew
lexy’s doing cock ju jit zu
Tammys begging for
some clitty kung fu
she’s loves the way I parlay-voo
and Tori’s brought
the whole film crew
and turned the sex
into a shoot
these girls are acting rather lewd
got snoop playing on a loop
im Pepe Le pew the looney toone
I love my pussy but I don’t spoon
im a playboy
so call me Hue
posing in the nude
her centrefold is quite the view
front page spread of the news
these bitches are my only muse
this pussy pink my favourite hue
(“ek is die kak kom vat 'n slag van hierdie goeie kak”)
less chitty chat
more kitty cat
in and out that cat flap
come hit the sack
not cat nap
sex off tap
cata-ton-aac
this lap cats
my lab rat
loves my big cat fat
like catnip
this big cat got fat dick
it’s cata-tonic
cataclism-aac
sex mishap
she lick that
tongue does Laps
this pussy cat
she come back
like tax back
sex advo-cat

cocks so big it’s a fucking shame
girls make me lube up with Lidocaine
got potent juice like oxbane
this church girl
using the lords name in vain
im Stallone
hit that ass like rock-aay
im clint Eastwood
(“come make my day”)
heres mcbaine
to save the day
im John Mclaine
(“yippee ky aye”)
Arnold swart-zen-egger
(“aastar-La-vista bay-bey”)
im denzel a whiter shade
im seg-gal but i get laid
im van damn but less gay
im vin diesel but less lame
wesley snipes with more game
im Clint Eastwood with better aim
im Dwayne the rock with bigger frame
Mr. T but with more bling
im swayzee with more pelvic thrusting
im arlee but my bedroom the ring
im samual L without the rant-in
Kurt cobaine with more Brains ‘ n
im Charlie sheen (“im fucking winning”)
(“ek is die kak kom vat 'n slag van hierdie goeie kak”)