I Don't Dwank

[Group argument: Ninja, Yolandi, and DJ Hi-Tek]

Ninja, Yolandi? Fuck, bro?

Fuck, dude, I'm so fucking pissed off, oh

Like can you not drop fucking-fucking drop ash on my fucking carpet?

Sorry, dude, sorry

You know that fucking picture with the-with the chick with the big tits and the American bikini?

Jissus

Yeah, yeah, yeah?

Well, it's just—fuck

You just fucking shit up when you come, dude, let's just have some fucking respect, bro

You keep-keep fucking saying—oh, and she said (???) "Yolandi Visser"

Have some fucking respect, dude

It wasn't me, dude, sorry, dude

She fucking said-I didn't say—

I don't even like-I don't even like you guys smoking in here!

Okay, I'm not talking to yo- just, shush, just

Can't I just fucking—just drop the fucking beat

(???)

Hold up, no, no, no, you—

Actually, you know what? I'm not gonna fucking drop the fucking beat

Fuck you guys

Fuck you

Okay, well then

Fuck a beat

[Verse 1: Ninja]

Yo, I don't fuck up or suck up to anyone

I wake up when I want, make our props, get paid out my asshole

My DJ's the mothafuckin' business

Every time he hits me with a beat I'm like Jesus!

I don't need anyone to help me

Dropped my record label I'm still very fuckin' wealthy

Money's not a problem, cash flow healthy

Vodacom was too expensive so I switched to Cell C

I don't ask famous people for their picture

When you see me on the streets just, be cool with the Ninja

Don't lose your fuckin' mind just say "Hi, how you feelin'?"

I'll say fine

Now stop freaking out and tweaking and start eating up my time

I don't hand people my fucking demo

Plus I never used to

Just make a track and drop that shit on YouTube

Quit steppin' to me dwankin' out

Try to fucking suck up

Just let your shit speak for itself and shut the fuck up!

[Yolandi]

Yooo.. fuck!

Drop the fucking beat Hi-Tek

Drop the beat nigga!

[Verse 2]

Fuuuuck.. Jissis

Yolandi, hoy!

[Yolandi]

Yo

I don't dwank

I come make money

Plus I'm fucking famous so I don't say sorry

Don't blame me girl go blame Anies

Yo get off my back he's the gangsta, I'm just a fuckin' rat

I come from below, I run the show, rat's rule (Ya!)

You down to me, that's cool

You not down to me, what the fuck's down witchu?

Brah, you got issues

What?

My shit just so hot

And we won't stop 'til we fuckin' go pop

Life's a fuckin' soap opera

When you so popular

Don't fuck with little Miss Visser cause I'll fuck you up

I don't care

What you fuckin' think

Next time you try fuckin' with me maybe stop and think

"Why the hell am I so bothered by this chick?"

Am I maybe jealous or just fuckin' retarded

[Verse 3: Ninja]

Hahaha

Yo

I don't queue

I walk right through

You know who I fuckin' am man

Who the fuck are you?

When I'm in the club I get more chicks than I can manage

Grinding me front and back like a Ninja fuckin' sandwich

So don't stress

Everything I do is so sex

My style is so sex

My smile is so sex

My vibe is so fresh

My rhyme's are so next

Zef god with the spark might as well flex

Don't send mothafucka's "Please call me!"'s

Uh-uh

I send mothafucka's airtime

By my fuckin' stressed life

Me a little blessed life

Mama I don't lose

Betta' luck next time

Sucka's step back

You don't want to see Ninja snap

When I'm in South Africa I speak like I'm black

If you not a fan, why you keep coming back?

Exactly motherfucka you bumping this track

You stupid (I-I-I I don't dwank!)

You stupid (I-I-I I don't dwank!)

You stupid (I-I-I I don't dwank!)

You stupid

You stupid mothafuckaaaaaa' (I-I-I I don't dwank!)

You stupid (I-I-I I don't dwank!)

You stupid (I-I-I I don't dwank!)

You stupid

You stupid mothafuckaaaaaa'

Hahahah...