Watkin Tudor Jones Jr. - Infinite Kif lyrics

Settle, settle down boys, f** it's late Got Spoek Mathambo, Hans Double(??) pumping his fists in the corner Settle down man, stop thinking about my beat, its my beat Relax, I'm down f** it man I'm down man I hate Eugene Terror and all your f**in' white knights (do do do do, do do do do, do) Welcome to my fright night! [Beat boxing] Beat Box Slayer Your wife masturbates to Steve Hofmeyr, uh Now here's my word to your daughter If your dad ever puts his hands in your pants or Tries to make you touch his willy go tell your mom Same goes for your brother and your uncle and your cousin Think the rapper knows what's up, but he doesn't Hey don't bug me, I'm watching the rugby My biltong makes me feel strong Stretchy b**hes love me Patricia Lewis knows who's the newest MC Totally Rad, rocking knee-high khaki socks b**hes from Benoni wanna blow me I'm sending big shout outs to all my satanic homies Throat s**ing goats f**ing from bloemfontein to Port Elizabeth I'm bored of Visitors from Zimbabwe trying to park my car Leave me alone, I can park it on my own! (word) I'm on some 1992 brand new with a 80s twist Lightning bolts, loop machines, brainwash amazingness (fok..) Pop terrorists, destroy all competitors Dark nemesis, manipulate media I don't live on the streets, but I walk on the streets Don't fly through outer space when I talk on the beat When I enter the place, everyone gawking at me Like my head is a microwave and my body's a fridge Open my chest, stare at my lights So what I'm a robot? Don't you open my head, read the warning dummy You'll get dead very quick I'm very, very sick Right here on earth Trying my best to get better Rappers all high, rapping from inside the space station To space monkeys in the circle, nodding their heads vacant You're running out of energy, no more sun Rent money, food, irrelevance, ET phone home I fly in the air, flex my sk** at big fancy festivals Smile for the camera, grabbing my testicles Rappers sound identical, like awards festivals You poef fluffy baby coochi-whoochie, I'm terrible (RARR!) Now run tell your mommy f** the money, I"m in it for the young girls punani Sniff, sniff, cooshi-tush, push mushy bush Yeah dog! (I'm not a dog I'm a wolf.) I rap like I'm standing next to you in the lift without speaking When you're thinking about what you're doing this weekend You in the shallow end with arm bands I'm in the deep end, underwater your legs look good You're like "what the?" I'm on some 1992 brand new with a 80s twist Lightning bolts, loop machines, brainwash amazingness Pop terrorists, destroy all competitors Dark nemesis, manipulate media I'm real like the landlord The lord of the land You s**, stuck as f** Everyone is bored of you man You know when you go to sleep funny and you can't feel your leg? Well you're still asleep, dummy, plus your whole heads gone dead I'll punch you in the face, you still won't feel it Like POW! did you feel that? Exactly! I walk around town, refrigerator style it ain't the Moseneke Kids laugh, fill me with stuff, making fun of me Til I overheat emotionally Hubbly-bubbly for company MC Totally Rad hug a tree Rappers are stupid, very f**ing stupid Not quite as stupid as me, I'm the new kid Walking down the block, in my kak flip-flops Pajama pants, my t-shirt says "f** hip hop" People look at me like I'm some kind of gross stain This ghost plane is most strange, I'll hurt your head like growth pains I live on my own like a dream come true Who would of thought? I'm like "wow, this is incredible!" All the other me's before me looking to the future With a big glow in the chest give me a round of applause Free money get a stupid f**ing dead head wetter Interesting mood spreader make everything better f**ing Jesus; Poes-c*nt-f**-sh**-what Nothing, so s** off the dick in your mouth wa*ker Brand New MC Totally Rad DJ f** Aka f**nrad Go back to Sleep That's brilliant