Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song We Have Candy , by - Die Antwoord. Release date: 15.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
We Have Candy |
| Who is it? |
| Some guy |
| Well open the fucking door |
| Come to the dark side, we have candy |
| Yes but do you have coffee? |
| Sure we have coffee, how do you take it? |
| Black, like my soul |
| He likes his coffee black like his soul |
| He drinks it scorching hot like a fucking psycho |
| He like coffee a lot |
| And he like his coffee now |
| Fifty cups of coffee and you know it's on |
| Bang, mother - fucker! |
| Bang! |
| Yaa, it's a fucking mohawk |
| Dumb fucks cant even hear the boss land |
| Stitch you in the mother fuckin poes make you blackout |
| Celebrity fuck boys rappa can't hang |
| Yaa, but they fucking in your wallet |
| Step the fuck back you whack motherfucker |
| Like Kanye Kardashian, yo |
| I like rats and coffee and weed and sing whatever the fuck I want to the beat |
| And I like Yachts and money and speed and drivin' like a poes down the motherfuckin' street and all I wanna do is zoom zoom zoom |
| Bass pump in the trunk boom boom boom |
| Pitch-black windows |
| You wanna see me but you can't |
| Sippin' on champange |
| Puffin' on a blunt |
| So, how do you feel now that you have your new dark powers? |
| Aah, feel pretty good, not eh, not scared at all, that just feel kind of, I feel kind of invincible |
| I non-stop motherfucker |
| I'm too ill to chill |
| Too dope to cope |
| Too lit to quit |
| You fuck with peanut butter and jelly |
| She talks shit |
| My foot kicks your ass |
| My fists split your lip |
| My mommy she shut me up with duct tape |
| Now I get paid for talking all day |
| Fer everbody in the way |
| Fuck could way |
| Aw fucks sakes, who ate my last cupcake? |
| I love coffee but not a fuck, when I drink Starbucks, cause Starbucks sucks |
| Yaa, dat shit dueces cock and cunny |
| Oh they'll be making so much motherfucking money |
| It's making my brain go funny |
| Fok it, I can't think, I need more coffee |
| Tity fucker, lets go full retard |
| No more mother fucking milk or sugar because |
| He likes his coffee black like his soul |
| He drinks it scorching hot like a fucking psycho |
| He like coffee a lot |
| And he like his coffee now |
| Fifty cups of coffee and you know it's on |
| But sometimes I get sad and I cut myself... |
| A piece of cake |
| Yeah |
| Yo cuz, I get the mother fuckin' munchies |
| Oh mother fucker I need some one to eat |
| Flesh so yummy, bones so nice and crunchy |
| Hehehe I dare you to fuck with me |
| Aah, aren't you just such a cute little lollipop? |
| Triple dipped in psycho |