PureMatics - Dirty South (B.Y.O) lyrics

Intro Angikhohlwa Langi phuma khona (Purematics) Verse 1 There is fear lingering in the air tonight Freshly fried fresh flesh on the menu This is not beef mate You bit the bait And now you are about to meet your maker Go and throw a stone at Mecca (I murk ya.) 16 shooter Glock with arcog scope Armor piercing ammo With extra clips Im packing more Like Rambo One, two or three Cos eMzilikazi abekho abafakazi Fakaza bazokwenza umfelo kazi I grew up Emzilikazi, gwaza capital of the world Bulala umgodoyi culture capital of the south My street cred is as long as Malankani Ngilobhova, ngilenkani Ngithwele ngigaxe ngifile (Hook) Angikhohlwa langi phuma khona Dirty south. Dirty cars. (B.Y.O) Angikhohlwa langi phuma khona Dirty streets, dirty swag. (B.Y.O) Angikhohlwa langi phuma khona Dirty cash. Dirty doggs. (B.Y.O) Dirty coppers and robbers with Dirty minds Dirty souls with dirty intentions.(B.Y.O) (purematics) Verse 2 Ngilenkani, ngilo bhova Ngithwele ngigaxe ngifile Inkafula kufa Dubula - dubula Dirty Matics, da Verbal hurricane I break your soul on a Guinness book of World record schematics Now you feel, how i felt When I heard you got beef with me None of your fantastic Mr Fox sh*t Can phase me I`m BYO certified Gangsta man This kwaito-rap game is mine So, If a dog chews shoes, whose shoes does he choose? Boasting is a mug`s game son I break up a brother up Like Jesus broke bread And I only have two emotions Hungry and horny man If you don't see me with an erection Tell your b**h to make me a jam sandwich Life is a s**ually transmitted disease Everyday i beat my record for the most Conservative days I have remained alive I never take your d**h threats seriously Cos in the dirty south Nobody comes out of beef alive anyway (Hook) (Outro) These are the days of our lives. (Reverb)