The Fresh Führer of Germany
Now this is a story all about how,
My life got flipped-turned upside-down,
And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there
I'll tell you all about how I became the Führer of a place called Germany.
Somewhere in Austria I was born and raised,
With my abusive father is where I spent most of my days,
Chillin out maxin relaxin all cool,
And gettin my ass beaten outside of school.
But when a couple of Jews,
Who were up to no good,
Started makin trouble in my neighborhood,
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared,
She said, "You're movin to Germany to kill a lot of Jews."
I whistled for a cab,
And when it came near,
The license plate said "HEBRO" and had stars of David in the mirror,
If anything I could say that this cab was Jewish,
But I thought Man forget it. "Yo homes to Germany!"
I pulled up to the Reich around seven or eight,
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo homes kill ya later!"
I looked at my kingdom I was finally there,
To kill a lot of Jews and really not care.
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