Die Antwoord - I Dont Dwank lyrics

[Group argument - Yolandi:] f** dude, I'm so f**ing pissed off dude You know that f**ing picture with the.. with the chick with the f**ing big tits and the American bikini? Well Kim.. Kim f**ing sent a picture to her and she said "Love from.. Yolandi Visser, prawn" f** She f**ing said.. I didn't say f**ing... I said Ahhhhhhhhhh! [Group argument - Hi-Tek:] Ninja, Yolandi, f** bro Like can you not drop f**ing, f**ing drop ash on my f**ing carpet Jesus Well.. it's just.. f** You just f**ing sh** up when you come dude, let's just have some f**ing respect bro Have some f**ing respect dude I don't even like... I don't even like you guys smoking in here! Hold on, no Actually, you know what? I'm not gonna f**ing drop the f**ing beat f** you guys [Group argument - Ninja:] Sorry dude, sorry.. Yeah, yeah, yeah, mmhm It wasn't me dude, sorry dude Okay, I'm not talking to yo- just, shsshh Just, can't I just f**ing, just, drop the f**ing beat man! [Verse 1 - Ninja:] Okay, well then.. f** a beat! Yo, I don't f** up or s** up to anyone I wake up when I want, make our props, get paid out my a**hole My DJ's the mothaf**in' 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 f**in' 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 f**in' 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 f**ing demo Plus I never used to Just make a track and drop that sh** on YouTube Quit steppin' to me dwa*kin' out Try to f**ing s** up Just let your sh** speak for itself and shut the f** up! [Yolandi:] Yooo.. f**! Drop the f**ing beat Hi-Tek Drop the beat n***a! [Verse 2:] Fuuuuck.. Jissis Yolandi, hoy! [Yolandi:] Yo I don't dwa*k I come make money Plus I'm f**ing 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 f**in' 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 f**'s down witchu? Brah, you got issues What? My sh** just so hot And we won't stop 'til we f**in' go pop Like a f**in' soap opera When you so popular Don't f** with little Miss Visser cause I'll f** you up I don't care What you f**in' think Next time you try f**in' with me maybe stop and think "Why the hell am I so bothered by this chick?" Am I maybe jealous or just f**in' retarded [Verse 3 - Ninja:] Hahaha Yo I don't cue I walk right through You know who I f**in' am man Who the f** are you? When I'm in the club I get more chicks than I can manage Grinding me front and back like a Ninja f**in' sandwich So don't stress Everything I do is so s** My style is so s** My smile is so s** My baba's so fresh My rhyme's are so next Zef god with the spark might as well flex Don't send mothaf**a's "Please call me!" Uh-uh I send mothaf**a's airtime By my f**in' stressed life Me a little blessed life Mama I don't lose Betta' luck next time s**a'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 motherf**a you bumping this track You stupid (I-I-I I don't dwa*k!) You stupid (I-I-I I don't dwa*k!) You stupid (I-I-I I don't dwa*k!) You stupid You stupid mothaf**aaaaaa' (I-I-I I don't dwa*k!) You stupid (I-I-I I don't dwa*k!) You stupid (I-I-I I don't dwa*k!) You stupid You stupid mothaf**aaaaaa'