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

[I can't understand some of this verse since it′s partly in Afrikaans, so I′ve just put the English translations]

(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

[Cute little dance moves]

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 diamond ball 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