THE DEVIL’S IN HELL
Pay day weekend, tombola rolls again,
turn that man handle and look for the rain,
Barely a man and where no child has been,
Ripped stripped flesh, what horrors unseen
Be not afraid, come Boti come,
Perfume intoxicates, blood alcohol one
Relax Boti, Relax, 2 rand all ya need
Forget your women and all of her greed
Come Boti Come, rage fill your desires
but fame holds no ground in this necklace of tyres
Burn em up, Burn em up, burn em up good
Teach dem a lesson for wandering our hood
The night is young and dreams are made here.
Grab your plastic bag, the night’s souvenir
Come Boti Come, Come drink with me,
inhale the tik, be real men you see
Community justice, fuck da police
Machete da head, we call that release
Generations lost, but what do you know,
Mother Afrika bears us a sure, steady flow.
Look here she comes, ready to bear child,
pray it’s a boy, another one to the wild
Tell me brother, what you got in ya pocket?
Sacrifice to me, ya phone and ya wallet
For I need it you see, money don’t grow on trees
Taverns I visit while they fall to their knees
The devil’s in hell you’ve nothing to fear.
heaven on earth, but ain’t none of dhat here
Do you know where you are, do you know of this place,
The devil’s right here from the look on ya face.