Prince of bel-nazi rap:
In Western Europe born and raised,
At the theater room where I spent most of my days,
Planning, plotting, and acting all cool,
And all shootin' some traitors to instill fear in the fools,
When a couple of Allies who were up to no good
Started running forces through our neck of the woods,
We lost a couple of little fights and my generals got scared,
They said "You're moving with your cabinet to the bunkers down there"
I waited for my escorts and when they came near,
The jeeps had troops and guns in the rear,
If anything I thought this protection was rare,
But I said "Nah forget it, yo home to down there!"
I pulled up to the elevator at about seven or eight,
And yelled to the guys "Yo troops, your medals come later"
I looked at my bunker, I was finally there,
To settle my defeat as I breathed in stale air.