Songtext We have candy Die Antwoord

We have candy

[Intro: Yolandi & (Ninja)]
Who is it? Some guy.
Well open the fucking door.
Helloo.
Come to the dark side, we have candy.
Yes, but do you have coffee?
(Unintelligible Whispers)
Sure, we have coffee.
Uhmmm, how do you take it?
Black, like my soul.

[Chorus]
He likes his coffee black like his soul.
He drinks it scorching hot like a f*cking psycho.
He like coffee a lot and he like his coffee (now!)
Fifty cups of coffee and you know it’s on

[Verse 1: Yolandi & (Ninja)]
Burn Motherf*cker, burn!
Ja! Jy’s n fokken malgat.
Dumb f*cks can’t have a hint in my slam.
Skiet jou in jou moeder-fokken-poes want jy praat kak!
Celebrity fok-boy rappers can’t hear.
Ja! Met n vinger in jou hol in.
Step the f*ck back, you’re whack, Motherf*cker!
Like Kanye Kardashian.
Yo I like rats and coffee and weed.
And sing with a bit of f*ckin want you to be.
And I like cabs and money and speed.
And driving like a poes down the motherf*cking street.
And I’ma one them dudes zoom, zoom, zoom.
Face pump in the trunk, boom, boom, boom!
Pitch black, we know.
You wanna see me but you can’t.
Sipping on champagne …
(Puffin' on a blunt)

[Spoken Interlude: Yolandi & (Ninja)]
So, how do you feel now that you have your new dark powers?
Uhhh… I feel pretty good.
Not ahhh… not scared at all.
I just feel kind of, I feel kind of invincible.

[Verse 2: Yolandi & (Ninja)]
I’m non-stop motherf*cker!
I’m too ill to chill.
Too dope to cope.
Too lit to quit!
You fokken peanutbutter and jellies.
You talk sh*t.
My foot kicks your ass.
My fist splits your lip.
My mommies shut me up with duct tape.
Now I can’t pay for talking all day.
(money and the weed)
F*cking can’t wait.
Aw f*ck sakes who ate my last cupcake?!
I love coffee but not a f*ck will I drink Starbucks.
Coz Starbucks sucks!
Ja! Daai shit proe soos kak! Ek kannie!
Oh man I’m making so much motherf*cking money.
It’s making my brain go funny.
Fokkit I can’t take any more coffee.
Get in fokken let’s go full retard.
No motherf*cking milk or sugar because…

[Chorus]
He likes his coffee black like his soul.
He drinks it scorching hot like a f*cking psycho.
He like coffee a lot and he like his coffee (now!).
Fifty cups of coffee and you know it’s on

[Spoken Interlude: Yolandi]
But sometimes I get sad and I cut myself.
A piece of cake (yeah!).

Joke coz I get them motherf*cking munchies.
Oh, motherf*cker I need someone to eat.
Feel so yummy, bun so nice and crunchy.
Hehehehe I dare you to f*ck with me.
Aaaaw, now aren’t you just a cute little lollipop?
Triple dipped in psychooo?(we have candy)