(verse one)
(priddy ugly)
nah ha
I'm not feeling ya dawgs at all
Undertake the choker I'll grab your neck
and I'll drop you all
Micheal Jordan with the ball and then I dunk you all
I'm like the Pope with these verses I give no f**s at all
Ask my ex why there ain't no problem I couldn't solve
Jehovah's witness with the doors n***a I knock em all
treat these rappers like my sons n***a adopt em all
Teach you a lesson take you to school and then drop you off
co*ky bad b**h
You ain't getting no co*k at all
in your mouth
the only time a n***a will drop the ball
let the government fall
really no f**s at all
lemme tell you bout some n***as that you don't want me to call
I know street n***as
discreet n***as
that will beat n***as
treat n***as like pimples and pop em all
they will bleed n***as
end yo life no cops involved
leave no evidence
really my n***a the glocks dissolved
Bang Bang! shoot you dead
and send your body to your mama as a souvenir
like it's a game
to rappers like truth or dare
and it's dare there ain't nothing you can do from there
Accept the dollar that we want
it's f**in dollars that we want
Danny Kasi Sneyman make you qwala with the blunt
Cap city got me I got mapara in a cut
Caracaras in the dust with Mamparas in the front
Ekse salaam with yo c*nt
So ba vala nga ma-stunt
Se ba valalela phandle
Le lo qalalela fatshe
Se dit in Afrikaans
Poes jy kry nie n kans
and the name is gotta be Ugly
Kgalemela lenyatso
(hook)
Come To My Kasi Woza
(The bras got the juice The bras got the loose)
I said Come To My Kasi Woza
(The bras got the roots the Ma's got the fruits)
Come To My Kasi Woza
(The tannie got the koeks and Ugly got the hoek-hoeks so you can)
Come To My Kasi Woza
(Y'all ain't got the root but y'all ain't ghat the crook-crooks so you can)
Come to my Kasi woza
Come to My. Come to my Kasi
Woza
Come to my. Come to my Woza
Come to My Kasi
Woza
(verse two)
(YoungstaCPT)
Michelangelo's brushes touches the canva**
it comes to life
the son of Christ
every verse I write is with a bloody knife I'm dynamite
a Dog that bites
Copy cats and prototypes
You a socialite that's the reason you can't control the might
so f** a socialite on the corners is where I chill on
rappers want beef and I'm hangin em up like Biltong
You juss a fancy man in a p**y with granny Panties
don't call me fam or family
keep it clean like Handy Andy
I'm like Sonic the Hedgehog quick to give you a headshot
I bust a rhyme with dreadlocks kick the door like it's kellogs
We s**ing out the wedlock
and baby made the pedro
I have so many b**hes you would think I got the petshop
Rappers need to get jobs and stop saying they slept on
because we heard their songs but it's softer than the Air con
You see us being stepped on
It's right to be a step wrong
coz I'm a motherf**er and I juss raped your stepmom
so f** the next song
Lead this right to the end go tell your friends
Julle Naaiers this is Kaapstads revenge
Coz I got more bars than Psychiatric infirmaries
You'll get murdered internally With no doubt or uncertainty
You was nasty like Surgery exaggerate like I murder these
Learn from me like a bursary You'll get burnt like it's Tertiary
Coz fees have to fall (when?)
Immediately Urgently Verses are ripped perfectly
I juss k**ed you with courtesy CPT
(hook)
Come To My Kasi Woza
(The bras got the juice The bras got the loose)
I said Come To My Kasi Woza
(The bras got the roots the Ma's got the fruits)
Come To My Kasi Woza
(The tannie got the koeks and Ugly got the hoek-hoeks so you can)
Come To My Kasi Woza
(Y'all ain't got the root but y'all ain't ghat the crook-crooks so you can)
Come to my Kasi woza
Come to My. Come to my Kasi
Woza
Come to my. Come to my Woza
Come to My Kasi
Woza