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Die Antwoord

We Have Candy

 

We Have Candy

(album: Mount Ninji And Da Nice Time Kid - 2016)


Who is it?
Some guy
Well open the fucking door

Come to the dark side, we have candy
Yes but do you have coffee?
Sure we have coffee, how do you take it?
Black, like my soul

He likes his coffee black like his soul
He drinks it scorching hot like a fucking psycho
He like coffee a lot
And he like his coffee now
Fifty cups of coffee and you know it's on

Bang, mother fucker! Bang!
Yaa, it's a fucking mohawk
Dumb fucks cant even hear the boss land
Stitch you in the mother fuckin poes make you blackout
Celebrity fuck boys rappa can't hang
Yaa, but they fucking in your wallet
Step the fuck back you whack motherfucker
Like Kanye Kardashian, yo
I like rats and coffee and weed and sing whatever the fuck I want to the beat
And I like Yachts and money and speed and driving like a poes down the motherfucking street and all I wanna do is zoom zoom zoom
Bass pump in the trunk boom boom boom
Pitch-black windows
You wanna see me but you can't
Sipping on champange
Puffing on a blunt

So, how do you feel now that you have your new dark powers?
Aah, feel pretty good, not eh, not scared at all, that just feel kind of, I feel kind of invincible

I non-stop motherfucker
I'm too ill to chill
Too dope to cope
Too lit to quit
You fuck with peanut butter and jelly
She talks shit
My foot kicks your ass
My fists split your lip
My mommy she shut me up with duct tape
Now I get paid for talking all day
Fer everbody in the way
Fuck could way
Aw fucks sakes, who ate my last cupcake?
I love coffee but not a fuck, when I drink Starbucks, cause Starbucks sucks
Yaa, dat shit dueces cock and cunny
Oh they'll be making so much motherfucking money
It's making my brain go funny
Fok it, I can't think, I need more coffee
Tity fucker, lets go full retard
No more mother fucking milk or sugar because

He likes his coffee black like his soul
He drinks it scorching hot like a fucking psycho
He like coffee a lot
And he like his coffee now
Fifty cups of coffee and you know it's on

But sometimes I get sad and I cut myself...
A piece of cake
Yeah

Yo cuz, I get the mother fucking munchies
Oh mother fucker I need some one to eat
Flesh so yummy, bones so nice and crunchy
Hehehe I dare you to fuck with me
Aah, aren't you just such a cute little lollipop?
Triple dipped in psycho

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?