Triumph Of The Ill (Hitler Rap) - The Whitest Kids U' Know, Zach Cregger, Darren Tremeter

Driving down the streets in the fancy car

Say H-I-T-L-E-R

Thought we’d never make it but here we are

Driving down the streets in the fancy car

Say H-I-T-L-E-R

Thought we’d never make it but here we are

The name is A!

And I’m back in command

Cause I’m the illest fuhrer

Representing Deutschland

Reich 1, reich 2, reich 3

That’s me!

The mastermind behind World War 3

No, 2!

My bad!

Oh well, start it over!

Been gone for so long but now I’m back and I’ma show ya

Everybody Hitler-hatin' when they speak my name

But it’s the new millenium and the Fuhrer has changed

And what I bet ya’ll didn’t know is now I’m down with the jews!

The gypsies, homosexuals and retards too!

Cause I stopped burnin' people, started burnin' CD’s

Stopped battlin' the world, started battlin' MC’s

Just started bustin' rhymes, finally found my groove

And now the «S.S» on my jacket stands for «Super Smooth»

Say H-I-T-L-E-R

Driving down the streets in the fancy car

Say H-I-T-L-E-R

Thought we’d never make it but here we are

Say H-I-T-L-E-R

Driving down the streets in the fancy car

Say H-I-T-L-E-R

Thought we’d never make it but here we are

To all the aryans in the area that are carryin' rhymes

And neo-nazi's better watch me, catch on up with the times

When other rappers see me coming, yo they run and they hide

I grab the mic and commit lyrical genocide

Cause when it comes to droppin' hooks there is none greater

Throw a finger to my public, then I grab my dictator!

Cause I’m flexin' my might and I’m showing my strength

I’ll get your lady going, get her moaning «Mein Kampf!»

No longer Nazi, but I still like to party

And there are plenty women up in here with master racy bodies

Blonde hair, blue eyes, you know I like em' that way

Yo, Goering, you got something to say?

Goering:

Creep with me!

As I roll through the Rhine

Out getting yours while I’m out getting mine

Got a skull on my jacket, pimp it, it pays

Got hoes hunkered in my bunker and they stay there for days

Got a shorty waiting for me at every point of the land

And that just comes with being Adolf’s right hand man

I’m the Chairman of the Council of Defense of the Reich

And if you’ll come back to my castle, babe, we’ll stay up all night

Hitler:

Driving down the street in my Panzer tank

Sittin' drinkin' Cris' with my bitch Anne Frank

And when I step into the club’s you know I’m steppin with style

Raise my left hand, party people say «Heil!»

Got a page from Eva Braun, that I’ll say that I missed

There’s a party up at Schindlers and I’m on his «A-list!»

Cause I put my past behind!

Ya’ll can think what you will!

But no more propoganda, it’s Triumph of the ill!

Say H-I-T-L-E-R

Driving down the streets in the fancy car

Say H-I-T-L-E-R

Thought we’d never make it but here we are

Say H-I-T-L-E-R

Driving down the streets in the fancy car

Say H-I-T-L-E-R

Thought we’d never make it but here we are

Yo, that’s it that’s my rhyme!

We outta here!

Give it up!

Give it up!

West Berlin!