Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Total Fuckup, artist - Maxnormal.tv. Date of issue: 18.09.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Total Fuckup |
| You are so lost in make-believe |
| You have a new reality |
| Kyk hier! |
| (look here) |
| Secretly I’m flippin insecure never said it |
| Behind the scenes I’m tired of being me because I’m pathetic |
| I’m never gonna make it, I might as well forget it |
| Success fuck yes, never gonna get it |
| Broke as a joke, I swear to god I wouldn’t lie to you |
| Never had a job since I left school in '92 |
| Can’t handle people tellin' me what to do |
| Need to be my own boss, that’s why I rock the suit |
| Try to handle my biz and show I’m the man |
| Here I am, with the microphone in my hand |
| If it’s not a microphone in my hand, it’s a flier |
| Like a mif (gross) door to door salesman with no fire |
| Please come to my show, it’s gonna be cool I promise |
| This song is, honest, enough to make you vomit |
| Still sounding strange, still counting change |
| What’s happening? |
| I never wanna rap again |
| You are so lost in make-believe |
| You have a new reality |
| Total fuck-up |
| (Duppie) |
| Sorry bru, I don’t mean to worry you, hello |
| I’m not asking for money, sorry man, hello |
| My name is Duppie (I live in the shack over there) |
| Yo brah, you and me we could be making some money |
| Your rap is kak funny bro I skeem (think) you rock |
| I also watch Channel O, yo I feel you dog |
| You mustn’t put yourself down, I don’t think you’re kak (shit) |
| You must to hook me up, maybe I can bring you luck |
| Cause I also do music, yeah I also got a talent |
| I do karaoke in the happy hour at the tavern |
| (And you know what! I won) the competition |
| And I got a vision, now a man is on a mission |
| Cause the man has got problems, you know how hard the life is |
| With four little (children) from four different wifeys |
| I’m serious, let’s do this, we can make a CD |
| Put me in a studio, I wanna be on TV! |
| Check me out, check me out, check me out |
| (singing) |
| Everybody’s laughing because it’s you I’m asking |
| They don’t skeem (think) my chances are high |
| They say that I don’t have what it takes to make you happy |
| All the same I just have to try |
| Hello my name is Duppie |
| Maar jy moet nie lag nie (But you mustn’t laugh) |
| Ek trek my sigaret warm (I pull my cigarette hot) |
| Maar ek trek nie die_____(But I don’t pull the load yet) |
| (Yo-Landi) |
| Kykie (look here), you’re not a rap crew |
| (Duppie: shut your face!) |
| (Is the uncle going to work or to church?) |
| Don’t moan, rather put down the microphone and go home |
| Fuck you and your kak (shit) suit! |
| (Max) |
| Ugh I want to break free, why does everybody hate me? |
| Maybe I should take E, and maybe try to get in with the new rave scene |
| I’ll change my name to Wad E, rock space age shades and shave my body |
| Sport tight little white shorts, now I’m the man |
| A tight white vest says «pump up the jam» |
| Change my accent, make it more wild |
| Total makeover, change my whole style |
| With the Tiger Balm inside my palm |
| My mind is gone, but the vibe is on |
| You are so lost in make-believe |
| You have a new reality |
| Total fuck-up |