H-I-T-L-E-RnDrivin' down the streets in the fancy carnI said H-I-T-L-E-RnThought we never make it but here we arenI said H-I-T-L-E-RnDrivin' down the streets in the fancy carnI said H-I-T-L-E-RnThought we never make it but here we arennThe name is A!nAnd I'm back in commandnCause I'm the illest FuhrernRepresentin' DeutschlandnReich 1, Reich 2, Reich 3nThat's menThe mastermind behind World War ThreenNo Two, my badnOh well, Start it overnBeen gone for so longnBut now I'm back and I'm a show yanEverybody Hitler hatin' when they speak my namenBut it's a new millenniumnand The Fuhrer's changednAnd what I bet ya'll didn't know is now I'm down with the JewsnThe Gypsies, Homosexuals and Retards toonBecause I stopped burnin' people, started burnin' CDsnStopped battlin' the world nStarted battlin' MCsnJust started bustin' rhymes finally found my groovenAnd now the SS on my jacket stands for Super SmoothnnH-I-T-L-E-RnDrivin' down the streets in the fancy carnI said H-I-T-L-E-RnThought we never make it but here we arenI said H-I-T-L-E-RnDrivin' down the streets in the fancy carnI said H-I-T-L-E-RnThought we never make it but here we arennTo all the Aryans in the area that are carryin' rhymes nAnd Neo-Nazis better watch me catch up on with the timesnWhen other rappers see me comin'nYo, they run and they hidenI grab the mic and commit lyrical genocidenCause when it comes to droppin' hooks there is none greaternThrow a finger to my publicnThen I grab my Dick-tatornCause I'm flexin' my might and I'm showin' my strengthnI'll get you lady Oh-in', get her moanin' 'Mein Kampf'nNo longer Nazi but I still like to partynAnd there plenty women up in herenWith master racy bodiesnBlonde hair, blue eyesnYou know I like 'em that waynYo, Goering, you got somethin' to say?nn(Creep with me as I roll through the RhinenOut gettin' yours while I'm out gettin' minenGot a skull on my jacket, Pimp it, it paysnGot hoes hunkered in my bunker and they stay there for daysnGot a shorty waitin' for me at every point in the land nAnd that comes with being Adolph’s right hand mannI'm the Chairman of the Council of Defense of the ReichnAnd it you'll come back to my castle babe we'll stay up all night)nnDrivin' down the street in my panzer tanknSittin' drinkin' Cris with my bitch Anne Frank (Hey!)nAnd when I step into the clubs you know I'm steppin' with stylenI raise my left hand, party people say Hail!nJust got a page from Eva Braun that I'll say that I missednThere's a party up at Schindler's and I'm on his A-ListnCause I put my past behind, ya'll can think what you will nBut no more propaganda it's Triumph of the IllnnH-I-T-L-E-RnDrivin' down the streets in the fancy carnI said H-I-T-L-E-RnThought we never make it but here we arenI said H-I-T-L-E-RnDrivin' down the streets in the fancy carnI said H-I-T-L-E-RnThought we never make it but here we arenI said H-I..nnYo, that's it, that's my rhyme nWe outta herenGive it up, Give it upnWest Berlin