| Driving down the streets in the fancy car
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| Say H-I-T-L-E-R
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| Thought we’d never make it but here we are
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| Driving down the streets in the fancy car
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| Say H-I-T-L-E-R
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| Thought we’d never make it but here we are
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| The name is A!
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| And I’m back in command
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| Cause I’m the illest fuhrer
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| Representing Deutschland
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| Reich 1, reich 2, reich 3
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| That’s me! |
| The mastermind behind World War 3
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| No, 2! |
| My bad! |
| Oh well, start it over!
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| Been gone for so long but now I’m back and I’ma show ya
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| Everybody Hitler-hatin' when they speak my name
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| But it’s the new millenium and the Fuhrer has changed
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| And what I bet ya’ll didn’t know is now I’m down with the jews!
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| The gypsies, homosexuals and retards too!
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| Cause I stopped burnin' people, started burnin' CD’s
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| Stopped battlin' the world, started battlin' MC’s
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| Just started bustin' rhymes, finally found my groove
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| And now the «S.S» on my jacket stands for «Super Smooth»
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| Say H-I-T-L-E-R
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| Driving down the streets in the fancy car
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| Say H-I-T-L-E-R
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| Thought we’d never make it but here we are
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| Say H-I-T-L-E-R
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| Driving down the streets in the fancy car
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| Say H-I-T-L-E-R
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| Thought we’d never make it but here we are
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| To all the aryans in the area that are carryin' rhymes
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| And neo-nazi's better watch me, catch on up with the times
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| When other rappers see me coming, yo they run and they hide
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| I grab the mic and commit lyrical genocide
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| Cause when it comes to droppin' hooks there is none greater
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| Throw a finger to my public, then I grab my dictator!
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| Cause I’m flexin' my might and I’m showing my strength
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| I’ll get your lady going, get her moaning «Mein Kampf!»
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| No longer Nazi, but I still like to party
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| And there are plenty women up in here with master racy bodies
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| Blonde hair, blue eyes, you know I like em' that way
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| Yo, Goering, you got something to say?
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| Goering:
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| Creep with me! |
| As I roll through the Rhine
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| Out getting yours while I’m out getting mine
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| Got a skull on my jacket, pimp it, it pays
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| Got hoes hunkered in my bunker and they stay there for days
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| Got a shorty waiting for me at every point of the land
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| And that just comes with being Adolf’s right hand man
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| I’m the Chairman of the Council of Defense of the Reich
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| And if you’ll come back to my castle, babe, we’ll stay up all night
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| Hitler:
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| Driving down the street in my Panzer tank
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| Sittin' drinkin' Cris' with my bitch Anne Frank
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| And when I step into the club’s you know I’m steppin with style
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| Raise my left hand, party people say «Heil!»
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| Got a page from Eva Braun, that I’ll say that I missed
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| There’s a party up at Schindlers and I’m on his «A-list!»
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| Cause I put my past behind! |
| Ya’ll can think what you will!
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| But no more propoganda, it’s Triumph of the ill!
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| Say H-I-T-L-E-R
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| Driving down the streets in the fancy car
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| Say H-I-T-L-E-R
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| Thought we’d never make it but here we are
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| Say H-I-T-L-E-R
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| Driving down the streets in the fancy car
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| Say H-I-T-L-E-R
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| Thought we’d never make it but here we are
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| Yo, that’s it that’s my rhyme!
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| We outta here!
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| Give it up! |
| Give it up!
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| West Berlin! |