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She Makes Me a Killer

Never make a pretty woman your wifeNever make a pretty woman your wife, why?You can't trust that funny look in her eyeNever make a pretty woman your wifeHow can a angel break my heart?Life's hard! I'm just trying to play my partBut she keeps pushing me, pushing me, pushing me, pushing me

Yo yo yo! ok, let's go

After a lekker zef show there by tings n timesThis hot chick steps to me and says, "I dig your rhymes!"I said, "thanks", you know and played it shmooveShe said, "ninja, can't you sign your name on my boob?"I said, "no problem, what's your name?" "sophie"K, okey dokey! waarsie fokken koki?I wrote 'ninja was here', it looked fuckin illPlus I wrote my number and I drew a duk fokken pielI said, "don't be afraid!", sophie said, "I'm not afraid"Then sophie came down to cape town for a holidayI took her to the waterfront, fokken lekker laaneyI got a chip roll, she ordered calamariYo we had a nice time plus alot of white wineSoon it was night time, 300 buck billFine, paid the bill, signed, ass on my mindSophie said I was a lucky catch of a guyB00 bucks is not too much to splash for a naaiTook her back my place, mummies watching soapiesLamming in her stokies, mummy this is sophie"oh, hi sophie!" boom! boom! boom!Let's go back to my room, yo this shit's fuckin onThen sophie said, "I didn't know you live with your mom!""this is not what I expected! sorry this is hectic!"Just gooi me wif a blow-job! "no!" wat?Oh I understand! let's go maybe naai in the back seat"what the fuck do you think I am?" I think you fuckin sexy!"just take me to my hotel!" bitch, call a taxi!Nou sit ek soos n jagse doos sonder n ereksie!

How can a angel break my heart?Life's hard! I'm just trying to play my partBut she keeps pushing me, pushing me, pushing me, pushing me!Pushing and pushing and pushing! pushing and fuckin pushing!A woman is more dangerous than a loaded pistolThey promise you heaven, give you hell!My little baby is driving me crazy!

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Never make a pretty woman your wifeNever make a pretty woman your wifeWhy?You can't trust that funny look in her eyeNever make a pretty woman your wife

If you feeling horny put your hands upNinja 'bout to kick a little story 'bout mirandaI was out dopping by the purple turtle hanging wif some homiesSkopped one too many dops, damn I need to go pee!I'm on my to take a piss and I see this $copieShe looked just like a coloured angelina jolieThe cherry looked very happy to see me, "mister!""aren't you the rapper from the tv?" is jaI couldn't help staring at those nice titsChilling just below them big fat blow job lipsPlus a g-string all up in that salty crackI said, "shit! I need to piss but I'll be back!"That night was a fuckin jol, think it was a ThursdayDj bumped some 50, go shorty it's your birthdayMiranda asked me in when I dropped her back at her placeOn the veranda ninja fucked miranda on the first dateAnd everything was hunky fuckin doryThen comes the twist to this funky little storyAt my next live showGuess who's in the front row staring at me like a psychoMiranda's big green hawk eyesGlued to the ninja like a red beam all nightAfter the show ninja gets rushed by a bunch of poppiesI tell miranda, here's some money go buy yourself a doppieSo I'm there signing autographs, smoking a doobie"can I get your autograph?" sure show me your boobiesAll of a sudden miranda busts in, making a spectacle!Grabs me by the nuts and starts breaking my testiclesJassis! I nearly klapped her cosThose heavy fuckin claws diggingInto my balls was very fuckin sore!Eweskielik n hele klomp fokken koppe draaiMiranda says, "tsy! vat jy my vir n fokken naai?"

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Jesus christ!Why do chicks always have to be so fuckin complicated?Like this one chick, lazaan, was fuckin into me!Plus she was a virgin!So this one time me and lazaan was smoking a zolThere by dj hi-tek's cribWhen she says to me, "can't we be alone?"So I took her to hi-tek's roomAbout to close the door, and drop the bombI said, "I got the bong", she said, "I got the herb!"I told dj hi-tek, "do not disturb!"Then bada-bada-bing! bada-bada-bomb!I put the flame on the motherfuckin bong!Like (bubble bubble!) now the heat is on!Lazaan told me she wanted me to be the oneI started slow and sexy, yo I'ma getting somePunani-nani! punani-num-num!Like bada-bada-bam! bada-bada-boom!When hi-tek walked in the motherfuckin room!There I was giving it to her from behindI said, "what's the matter bro?""dj hi-tek you wanna have a go?"Lazaan starts having this moerse fuckin freak out!There I am standing like a doos with my dick out!She's kicking me! slapping! teeth flaring! swearing!I thought barney said: 'sharing is caring!'

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