Babababooti - Mensvreters

My ouma het n geheime resep

Eet so veel van die dissie my magie word vet

Om die dissie te maak is 'n maklike saak

Maar om die babatjie te kry is 'n moeilike taak

Ek praat van Bababobotie — jy hou dit geheim

Kook elke deel van die baba van die hart tot die brein

Om dit reg te maak vat jou veel geduld

Want om babatjies te vang gee gewetes baie skuld

Gaan breek in die kraamsaal by die hospitaal

Met 'n slaap pil, 'n swartsak en 'n saag van staal

Sny die broeikas oop, sit die baba in die sak

Moenie worry oor n doekie nie, ons eet ook baba kak

Ek het dit eers geproe toe ek 12 jaar oud was

Dit was baba bobotie vars uit die broeikas

Dit was so fokken lekker my mond het gewater

Ek gaan aborsiekliniek toe vir 'n baba kadawer

Kap die vleis pap laat dit lekker sag is

Dan sit dit in 'n bak -- hmm ek’s so lus!

As ek 'n baba sien in die straat, kry ek 'n horing

Want die dissie is so lekker, dis aanvaarbaar vir 'n koning

Die vleis is sag en so vars as kan wees

Die beentjies is klein en dis maklik om te pees

Die tannies staan lang tou vir my bobotie --

Hulle weet net nie wat’s binne dit nie!

Babababooti, spul van plesier

Babababooti in my maagsuur

Babababooti, kerrie en rys

Babababooti, dis mens vleis

Babababooti, kan nie dit koop nie

Babababooti, so vet ek kan nie loop nie

Babababooti, gemaak van 'n mens

Babababooti, dit borrel in my pens

As jy te lui is om al die pad Kaapstad toe te ry

Ek het die beste manier om jou babavleis te kry

Gaan na die straat toe en soek 'n swanger magie

'n Familie met 'n kleuter, sê jy’s sy maatjie

Gryp hom aan sy pootjie en swaai hom tot hy kak

In sy ma se maag vas, dat die baba uitspat

Gryp die baba aan die naelstring en swaai hom soos 'n tou

Kap hom teen die seun se kop en sommer ook die ou vrou

Nou’t ek drie mense dood, maar ek soek net die baba

Wie huil hier aan die kant?

O ja, dis die pappa

Gryp onmiddelik my resep geskryf op egte mens vel

Nog my ouma se handskrif,

Sy’t ons altyd net die beste babakos gevoer

Gemaak van kwaliteit baba’s, gesmokkel van 'n boer

My grandmother has a secret recipe

Eating so much of the dish my magic is getting fat

Making the dish is an easy matter

But getting the baby is a difficult task

I'm talking about Baby Bobotie — you're keeping it a secret

Cook every part of the baby from the heart to the brain

Getting it right takes a lot of patience

Because catching babies gives conscience a lot of guilt

Take a break in the maternity ward at the hospital

With a sleeping pill, a black bag and a steel saw

Cut open the incubator, put the baby in the bag

Don't worry about a wipe, we eat baby poop too

I first tasted it when I was 12 years old

It was baby bobotie fresh from the incubator

It was so fucking delicious my mouth was watering

I go to the abortion clinic for a baby cadaver

Chop the meat until it is nice and soft

Then put it in a bowl -- hmm I'm so hungry!

If I see a baby in the street, I get a horn

Because the dish is so delicious, it's fit for a king

The meat is tender and as fresh as can be

The legs are small and easy to string

The aunties are waiting in line for my baby boy --

They just don't know what's inside it!

Babababooti, ​​stuff of pleasure

Babababooti in my stomach acid

Babababooti, ​​curry and rice

Babababooti, ​​that's human flesh

Babababooti, ​​can't buy it

Babababooti, ​​so fat I can't walk

Babababooti, ​​made of man

Babababooti, ​​it's bubbling in my belly

If you are too lazy to drive all the way to Cape Town

I have the best way to get your baby meat

Go to the street and look for a pregnant magic

A family with a toddler, say you're his friend

Grab him by his paw and swing him until he poops

Stuck in his mother's stomach, that the baby spills out

Grab the baby by the umbilical cord and swing him like a rope

Clap him on the boy's head and kill the old woman too

Now I've killed three people, but I'm only looking for the baby

Who's crying over here?

Oh yes, that's the daddy

Immediately grab my recipe written on real human skin

Another of my grandmother's handwriting,

She always fed us only the best baby food

Made of quality babies, smuggled from a farmer