Now, this is the story all about how
My life got flip-turned upside down,
And I'd like to take a minute
Just sit right there,
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called German Air.
In West Russia born and raised,
On the battlefield was where I spent most of my days,
Shooting booting nading out
And all shootin some N@zis' outside of the School,
When a couple of guys,
They were up to no good,
Startin making trouble in my neighborhood,
I got in one little fight and my General got scared,
He said
'Ya movin' wit ya Comrades in the German Air .'
I whistled for a Humvee, and when it came near,
The license plate said "Flesh" and had a dice in the mirror,
If anything I could say that this Humvee was rare,
But I thought "Nah, forget it, yo homes, to German Air!"
I, pulled, up to the house about 7 or 8,
And I yelled to the solider "Yo homes, smell ya later!"
Looked at my bae,
I was finally there,
Sit on my throne, as the Prince of German Air. |