Die Antwoord (Afrikaans for "The Answer") is a South African rap-rave group… Read Full Bio ↴Die Antwoord (Afrikaans for "The Answer") is a South African rap-rave group formed in Cape Town in 2008. The group was formed by rappers Ninja and Yolandi Visser (stylized as ¥O-LANDI VI$$ER), and God (formerly referred to as DJ Hi-Tek). Die Antwoord's image is based on a counterculture movement known as zef in South Africa.

$copie
Die Antwoord Lyrics

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Ho$h, kykie kinders!
Ons gaan mos nou lekker naai, nè?
I got what you want boy, I got what you want
I got what you want boy, you never going to get it
I got what you want boy, I got what you want
No you never going to get it, so you might as well forget it
Yo ninja innie moederfokken huisie
I zone in duk when I move up on a meisie

Hello baby, kiss, kiss! (soen) kykie
Hoesit, kan ek my piel binne in jou poes sit?
Uh, that's how I'm rolling
Poes koel status, zoning for a boning
Rap fantasy with a real life touch
Uh, feel my rush
I'm wys ripping to the bass, tripping off my face
I'm laced, hook you with a phrase, put you in a daze
Rap-rave t-t-t-to the grave sinne binne my
Vat vyf, my piel is styf binne in jou lyf
Say my name! Ninja! We can play a game
Vat 'n kans, my fuckin' rhymes put you in a trance
Skud jou boude, skud-skud jou boude
I hope you can like it in the hole, nè?

Ho$h ninja's back what a fuckin jol
Nog 'n fokken fat track, kom ons klap n zol
Tsek dis kif giftig marijuana
Kom ons vat die twee poppies terug na die kamer
Got 'n bottel brandewyn van sollykramers
My body's like a gladiator's body armour
Feel my force
Haal uit my wors, mors op jou bors
Next, fokkit dis a Friday night
Sex, here fokkit, my brains fried
Ek's sien nog 'n poppie daar by die sokkie
Ek soek dis chicks lip-stick op my dip-stick
Ons tsil daar by die speaker
Sy's skaam, ek verstaan, yo haar naam is marieke
Ek sit my hand op haar titte
My piel raak hard soos n nine millimeter

Ho$h ninja's back what a fuckin jol
Nog 'n fokken fat track, kom ons klap n zol
Tsek dis kif giftig marijuana
Kom ons vat die twee poppies terug na die kamer
Got 'n bottel brandewyn van sollykramers
My body's like a gladiator's body armour
Feel my force
Haal uit my wors, mors op jou bors
Next, fokkit dis a Friday night
Sex, here fokkit, my brains fried
Ek's sien nog 'n poppie daar by die sokkie
Ek soek dis chicks lip-stick op my dip-stick
Ons tsil daar by die speaker
Sy's skaam, ek verstaan, yo haar naam is marieke
Ek sit my hand op haar titte
My piel raak hard soos n nine millimeter

Sies! What die fok issit? Pis?
No man, it's daai vaginal fluids!
Jy lieg!
No really, it are from that chick playing wif her koeksister
Da smell are reminding me of the sea
It makes me want to party bru!
My piel dans so!
No-no-no!
No means yes
I got what you want boy, I got what you want
I got what you want boy, you never going to get it
I got what you want boy, I got what you want
No you never going to get it, so you might as well forget it

But I am the one!
The one wat fokkol poes vanaand gaan kry!

Overall Meaning

The lyrics in Die Antwoord's song $copie are explicit and revolve around sexual themes. The song begins with the lyrics "Ho$h, kykie kinders! Ons gaan mos nou lekker naai, nè?" which translates to "Hey, little kids! Let's have some sex, shall we?" From there on, the lyrics describe the rapper's sexual interests, aggressively pursuing women, and describing his sexual experiences. The lyrics suggest that the rapper is looking for pleasure and is not concerned about the consent of his partner.

The song is laced with rap and electronic music, and the fast-paced beats and the rap style add to the aggressive nature of the lyrics. Though the song is not meant to be taken seriously and is purely meant for fun or entertainment, the lyrics make explicit references to non-consensual sex and depict the rappers objectifying women. The lyrics in the song are a point of controversy and have been criticized for promoting sexual violence.

Line by Line Meaning

Ho$h, kykie kinders!
Hey, young guys, listen up!

Ons gaan mos nou lekker naai, nè?
We're going to have sex now, right?

I got what you want boy, I got what you want
I have what you desire, boy

I got what you want boy, you never going to get it
But you'll never attain it, boy

No you never going to get it, so you might as well forget it
Forget about it, you won't get it

Yo ninja innie moederfokken huisie
Hey ninja, welcome to the house

I zone in duk when I move up on a meisie
I get horny when I approach a girl

Hello baby, kiss, kiss! (soen) kykie
Hello, beautiful, let's kiss

Hoesit, kan ek my piel binne in jou poes sit?
Hey, can I insert my penis inside your vagina?

Uh, that's how I'm rolling
That's just how I am

Poes koel status, zoning for a boning
I'm cool and ready to have intercourse

Rap fantasy with a real life touch
I mix my rap fantasies with reality

Uh, feel my rush
Feel the adrenaline rush

I'm wys ripping to the bass, tripping off my face
I'm high on drugs and enjoying the music

I'm laced, hook you with a phrase, put you in a daze
I am skilled and can mesmerize you

Rap-rave t-t-t-to the grave sinne binne my
I'll rap and rave until I die, it's inside me

Vat vyf, my piel is styf binne in jou lyf
High five, my penis is erect inside you

Say my name! Ninja! We can play a game
Call me by my name, ninja! We can play a game

Vat 'n kans, my fuckin' rhymes put you in a trance
Take a chance, my rhymes will mesmerize you

Skud jou boude, skud-skud jou boude
Shake your buttocks, shake-shake your buttocks

I hope you can like it in the hole, nè?
Hope you enjoy it inside, right?

Ho$h ninja's back what a fuckin jol
Hey, the ninja is back, let's have some fun

Nog 'n fokken fat track, kom ons klap n zol
One more great song, let's smoke a joint

Tsek dis kif giftig marijuana
Check out this strong marijuana

Kom ons vat die twee poppies terug na die kamer
Let's take the two girls back to the room

Got 'n bottel brandewyn van sollykramers
I have a bottle of brandy from Solly Kramer's

My body's like a gladiator's body armour
My body is strong like a gladiator's armor

Feel my force
Feel my strength

Haal uit my wors, mors op jou bors
Eat my sausage, make a mess on your chest

Next, fokkit dis a Friday night
Next up, damn it's Friday night

Sex, here fokkit, my brains fried
Sex here, damn it, my brain is fried

Ek's sien nog 'n poppie daar by die sokkie
I see another girl by the store

Ek soek dis chicks lip-stick op my dip-stick
I want this girl's lipstick on my penis

Ons tsil daar by die speaker
We're dancing by the artist

Sy's skaam, ek verstaan, yo haar naam is marieke
She's shy, I get it, her name is Marieke

Ek sit my hand op haar titte
I put my hand on her breasts

My piel raak hard soos n nine millimeter
My penis gets hard like a nine millimeter gun

Sies! What die fok issit? Pis?
Ugh! What is that? Urine?

No man, it's daai vaginal fluids!
No, man, it's those vaginal fluids

Jy lieg!
You're lying!

No really, it are from that chick playing wif her koeksister
No, really, it's from that girl touching herself

Da smell are reminding me of the sea
The smell reminds me of the ocean

It makes me want to party bru!
It makes me want to party, man!

My piel dans so!
My penis is dancing like this!

No-no-no!
No-no-no!

No means yes
No means yes

But I am the one!
But I am the one who will get lucky tonight!

Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: ANRI DU TOIT, ANRI VISSER, CARLOS ROSARIO, JUSTIN DE NOBREGA, MANFRED MOHR, WATKIN JONES, WATKIN TUDOR JONES

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