DIE ANTWOORD - RATS RULE [Music Video]

Die Antwoord - Mount Ninji and Da Nice Time Kid - Rats Rule / Featuring JACK BLACK ! More of these comming soon, subscribe to dont miss out! Used videos: / DIE ANTWOORD - TOMMY CANT SLEEP / DIE ANTWOORD - FAT FADED FUCK FACE / “FOK JULLE NAAIERS“ by DIE ANTWOORD Video / Postproduction: VRTX Production All the rights are reserved by Die Antwoord. I do not claim any entitlement for any content in the video. Lyrics: Rats, rats, everywhere you look Everywhere you turn there’s rats Rats, rats, eating all your books, looking at your photographs Rats, rats, nesting in your closets, hiding underneath your socks Living in your living rooms, sleeping by your bedroom clocks There must be a couple million and more are coming every day Soon there could be a couple billion how will you make us go away? Yo those dirty rats they’re ruining everything There must be some way to get rid of them oh kill them with poison What? Shut up bitch hou jou bek we’re going to fuck you up fok alle kak rappers Yo we back with the r to the a to the t to the t to the r to the a to the p When the rats wanna rap they say Yo gimme that rat trap rat trap say it again? Yo gimme that rat trap I’m a bad rat, not a good rat You catch me hanging with hood rats but actually, you never catch me, cause I’m a fast rat I’m a fast rat My accent is fucking epic I’m happening, you a has been Don’t want me around when I snap back, don’t point at me I’m an attack rat I’m the dap strap, mother fucking matte rat Yolandi’s the black rat in the rat pack you spitting you fat rap We’re rolling with jack black, when the rap stap the people go clap clap, the club always jam packed Little sex rats you wanna get back stage to hang with the zef rats Little white rats, little black rats Oh fuck what a dope butt, let me smack that, she giggly, wriggly, why? Cause I’m sniffing her ass crack Yo I’d tap that Yo give me the mic or I snatch that, stab you in the back if you act whack I’m a mad rat with a black gat where the cash at? Got a fat sack, weed in my back pack Mother fucker, yo that’s sick Slap my hand Wanna get high man? I wanna get spastic Aye, yo, that shit’s fuckin’ rap shit, rap shit get that rat shit Yo that shit’s fuckin’ bat shit Crazy Coocoo Rats rap over trap tracks You got that track fucking rat trap We got next shit She about to get hectic when we killing the fat cats making whack rap Die fuck mother fucker that stupid fuck No cut it out not my ass ninja, not in my ass, oh my Go-o-o-o-d Rats are all that you can think of, the only thing that you discuss You can try and find a rat solution but you’ll never get rid of us Rats, rats, you think that we’re disgusting but actually we’re really cool Us rats, started in the gutter, but in the end the rats shall rule In the end the rats shall rule Yeah Rats rule mother fucker!