Now go now go now I'm going to gossip (About who?)
about the niggers. (Shit, shit)
Negroes are lazy and like to sleep,
some are beautiful but some look like monkeys.
He he has nothing to do, you shouldn't destroy me, (Oh, no?)
or do you sometimes feel addressed?
I can't believe they are never in a hurry.
They are afraid of ghosts, you know: Boo! Ah!
Never boss a black woman,
because they fight with their tits and this is quite clever.
Oh yes, one more thing: you shouldn't fight with them,
/>because they strangle you with their fake braids.
You have real, hot black women, (I know)
but some are even uglier than DJ Marsman's girlfriends.
They like pins and crazy buy things.
You recognize a nigger by the way they walk.
Now I'm going to gossip, (about whom)
about the Moroccans. (boooeee!)
Moroccans are lukewarm, you know, crazy.
If you bullshit them you'll get 200 people on your neck.
So, I love all Moroccans, I love all Moroccans
Okay, okay, okay, okay, then
The last one, the last one now really this is really the last one yeah.
I know you guys want to keep me and all that,
that you guys at want me to stay and all that.
The last one
Now I'm going to gossip,
about the Turks! (Shit! Ey, I'm gone!)
No way, they're killing me, no way, no way.
No gossip about the Turks. (Hahahaha)