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letra de camps a make 'em lamps - mr. bond

[intro]
n-z-s
camps a make ’em lamps, camps a make ’em lamps
camps a make ’em lamps, camps a make ’em lamps
camps a make ’em lamps, camps a make ’em lamps

[chorus]
camps a make ’em lamps, camps a make ’em lamps
all these yids in the oven, they ain’t rubbin’ hands
camps a make ’em lamps, camps a make ’em lamps
these yids bakin’, until that skin is tanned
camps a make ’em lamps, camps a make ’em lamps
all these yids in the oven, they ain’t rubbin’ hands
camps a make ’em lamps, camps a make ’em lamps
these yids bakin’, until that skin is tanned

[verse 1]
curly hair, that beak long, always there when you need a loan
wherever you are they feel at home, usury’s their income
they rip you off and then some, it ain’t nailed down it gets stolen
every nation gets a central bank so shlomo can control it
when my crew comes, all the jews run
n.s.d.a.p. make a hebrew flee
i snipe them all from my balcony, filling ditches to the brim
they’re going down in the shower like a f-ggot after gym
do not drop the soap it might just be your next of kin
rats everywhere, bureaucrats and plutocrats
leeching off our t-t, hold my beer i’m g-ssing that
some brain bashing, some masturbating
and it ain’t a death camp without some lampshading

[chorus]
camps a make ’em lamps, camps a make ’em lamps
all these yids in the oven, they ain’t rubbin’ hands
camps a make ’em lamps, camps a make ’em lamps
these yids bakin’, until that skin is tanned
camps a make ’em lamps, camps a make ’em lamps
all these yids in the oven, they ain’t rubbin’ hands
(lil’ mengele!)
camps a make ’em lamps, camps a make ’em lamps
these yids bakin’, until that skin is tanned

[verse 2]
auschwitz, that wasn’t even a real chimney
pull out my p08, that’s my lil’ chimney
facing the chamber mr. schmidt is still stingy
“i give you 3% of my gold, please don’t go k!lling me!”
what’s your real name? and not your crypto name
i make it rain on ya, then dry you in the flames
camps a make ’em lamps, gas a make ’em slump
drop-it-from-the-roof-like-a-mothaf-ckin’-g-y-son
adolf let the heebs escape, we have learned from these mistakes
even youngins get the ovens, you can call me easy-bake
put shlomos in and get ash out
that’s my jew-do move, no tap out
they never know when to fold and cash out
like they’re begging for the goys to fash out (ha ha)

[verse 3]
auschwitz pool, check that nose
looking like jaws when they backstroke
they’re on you like flies on sh-t unless you’re flat broke
let ’em in and everything goes left with a useless right side like you had a bad stroke
camps a make ’em work it, a heeb for every purpose
use their thumbs as light switches, turn the rest into purses
camps a make ’em drop it, stolen art and money
young n-z- making shrunken heads while the oven’s runnin’
let me see you strip, do it for a real n-z-
i’mma get you inked ’cause i feel a little artsy
modified exhaust, on my opel blitz
rolling through town with the sound of twenty seven choking yids

- mr bond

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