Jack Parow in your mother's house

You think you're cooler than me, because you smoke Yves Saint Laurent cigarettes
You think you're cooler than me, because you have a tattoo of a snake on your tits
You think you're cooler than me, because you have a poster of Led Zeppelin above your bed
You think you're cooler than me, because every year you're at the J&B met

You're old news, I come with raw beats
You lay and wait, I go seek something
You're iced tea, I'm Witblits
You're light beer, I'm spirits
You're the guy with the fresh new look
I'm the guy with the Pep Stores pants
I watch you, you stare at blokes
You still forward Vernon Koekemoer jokes
I'm fantastic, you're spastic
I get with dolls, you touch little kids
You're Tim Voster, I'm Chris Edwards
You're in the bushes, I roll in the fat shit
You're boring like songs around the campfire
My style's slick sneak softly like a vampire
Your style's shit, soft like a marshmallow
Girls scream for just "one night in Parow"

You think you're cooler than me, because you hang with models and I hang with sluts
You think you're cooler than me, because I'm a rapper and you sing in falsetto
You think you're cooler than me, because I ride on the bus and you fly on a jet
You think you're cooler than me, because you drive a Peugeot 206
You roll with a cellphone in your pen
I still roll with a 3310
My style throws sexy correct
You still fucking wear Mr Price Red
When I walk in the whole fucking bar jumps
You still get fucking money from your mum
I leave the whole party drenched
When you walk in, the whole party begins to hit the road
I'm America, you're Iraq
I bomb you let the shit limp splash
I'm a Bic pen, you're a Mont Blanc
You walk around with fucking foam around your mouth
I'm original, you're copied
I'm a flash drive, you're a floppy
You make out you have it all but you're fake
Jack Parow bra, I live like a streetmaid

You think you're cooler than me, because you drink at Ku De Ta and I drink at De Dekke
You think you're cooler than me, because you're the gentleman, bra, I'm the fun
You think you're cooler than me, because I vacation in Hartenbos and you vacation in Quebec
You think you're cooler than me, because you have the new issue of One Small Seed

Jack Parow bra I'm poes-woes
You eat caviar and I eat couscous
I drink Klipdrift, you drink Peroni
You have friends in Sweden, I have friends in Benoni
I buy all my clothes at the local Pep Stores "Save More"
You buy all your fucking clothes at a store
You only wear fucking polo shirts
Shame you listen to the Dirty Skirts
My name's Parow, thick heavy outskilled
You look like Jeremy de Tollie
Jack Parow, the life of the party
You only wear fucking Issey Miyake
You're too cool for school, I'm obviously awesome
I'm Grasshoppers, you're La Coq Sportif
You let the cake flop, I make the house rise
Your girl has a photo of my dick on her pencil case
You think you're cooler than me, because you smoke Yves Saint Laurent cigarettes
You think you're cooler than me, because you have a tattoo of a snake on your tits
You think you're cooler than me, because you have a poster of Led Zeppelin above your bed
You think you're cooler than me, because you're every year at the J&B met