Come To My Kasi

[Intro:]
Come to my Kasi woza
Come to My. Come to my Kasi Woza
Come to my. Come to my Woza
Come to My Kasi Woza

[Verse 1: Priddy Ugly]
Nah ha
I'm not feeling ya dawgs at all
Undertake the choker, I'll grab your neck
And I'll drop you all
Micheal Jordan with the ball and then I dunk you all
I'm like the Pope with these verses
I give no fucks at all
Ask my ex why there ain't no problem I couldn't solve
Jehovah's witness with the doors nigga I knock em all
Treat these rappers like my sons nigga adopt em all
Teach you a lesson take you to school and then drop you off
Cocky bad chick, You ain't getting no cock at all
In your mouth the only time a nigga will drop the ball
Let the government fall really no though fuck the law
Lemme tell you bout some niggas that you don't want me to call
I know street niggas, discreet niggas that will beat niggas treat niggas like pimples and pop em all
They will bleed niggas end yo life no cops involved
Leave no evidence really my nigga the Glocks dissolved
Bang Bang!
Shoot you dead and send your body to your mama as a souvenir
Like it's a game to them it's like truth or dare and it's dare there ain't nothing you can do from there
Accept the dollar that we want it's fuckin dollars that we want Danny Kasi Sneyman make you qwala with the blunt
Cap city got me, I got mapara in a cut
Caracaras in the dust with Mamparas in the front
Ekse salaam with yo cunt
So ba vala nga ma-stunt
Se ba valele ngaphandle
Le lo qalalela fatshe
Sê dit in Afrikaans Poes jy kry nie n kans 'n die naam Priddy Ugly Kgalemela lenyatso

[Chorus: Priddy Ugly & (Youngsta CPT)]
Come To My Kasi Woza
(The bras got the juice, the bras got the loose)
I said Come To My Kasi Woza (The bras got the roots the Ma's got the fruits) Come To My Kasi Woza (The tannie got the koeks and Ugly got the hoek-hoeks so you can)
Come To My Kasi Woza (Y'all ain't got the root but y'all ain't ghat the crook-crooks so you can)
Come to my Kasi woza Come to My. Come to my Kasi Woza
Come to my. Come to my Woza Come to My Kasi Woza

[Verse 2: Youngsta CPT]
Michelangelo's brushes touches the canvass it comes to life the son of Christ
Every verse I write is with a bloody knife
I'm dynamite
A Dog that bites
Copy cats and prototypes
You a socialite that's the reason you can't control the mic
So fuck a social life
On the corners is where I chill on
Rappers want beef and I'm hangin em up like Biltong
You juss a fancy man in a pussy with granny Panties
Don't call me fam or family
Keep it clean like Handy Andy
I'm like Sonic the Hedgehog
Quick to give you a headshot
I bust a rhyme with dreadlocks
Get it all like it's kellogs
We sexing out the wedlock and baby made the bed rock
I have so many bitches you would think I got the petshop
Rappers need to get jobs and stop saying they slept on
Because we heard their songs but it's softer than the Aircon
Your city is being stepped on
It's right to be this dead wrong coz I'm a motherfucker
And I juss met your stepmom
So fuck the next song
Let this ride to the end go tell your friends
Julle Naaiers this is Kaapstads revenge
Coz I got more bars than Psychiatric infirmaries
You'll get murdered internally
With no doubt or uncertainty
You as Plastic as Surgery exaggerate like hyperboles
Learn from me like a bursary
You'll get burnt like it's Tertiary
Coz fees have to fall (when?)
Immediately Urgently
Verses are written perfectly I
Juss killed you with courtesy CPT

[Chorus: Priddy Ugly & (Youngsta CPT)]
Come To My Kasi Woza (The bras got the juice, the bras got the loose)
I said Come To My Kasi Woza (The bras got the roots the Ma's got the fruits) Come To My Kasi Woza (The tannie got the koeks and Ugly got the hoek-hoeks so you can)
Come To My Kasi Woza (Y'all ain't got the root but y'all ain't ghat the crook-crooks so you can)
Come to my Kasi woza Come to My. Come to my Kasi Woza
Come to my. Come to my Woza Come to My Kasi Woza

[End:] *Gun shots*