Rat Trap 666 (feat. DJ Muggs)
Die Antwoord





"So…hostile. I haven’t even done anything…”



She is bouncing on the balls of her feet, an excitable child promised a day out at the zoo, overstimulated and unsure which animal to see first. The answer is all of them, but there needs to be some sort of organisation or else it’s just anarchy.

                      “Well, Mr. J…”

A pause for breath. If she isn’t careful she’ll get the hiccups. It’s been a long time since he was in good spirits. May as well make hay while the sun shines.

                       ”I wanna go out on the town and paint it red, black and green.”

Ideas are bursting in her mind like fireworks on the fourth of July. Arson? Explosions? Perhaps a good ol’ fashioned hold up just for the sheer joy of it.


He watches her little bouncy ball display, amused. She does remind him of children’s toys in many ways. She has a merry-go-round, see-saw quality to her. Wind her up and watch her go. It’s fun. 

"Decent colours, I’ll grant ya…"  

He folds his arms across his chest. “Been awhile since we had a good old fashioned bloodbath.”

You find us funny Messire Marquis, do you not? A source of amusement. Is that no so? With our pretty clothes, and our convoluted circumlocations—and our little silliness of manner and behavior. And perhaps we are funny. But you must never imagine,” he continued, “That just because something is funny, Messire Marquis, it is not also dangerous.
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