Kanye West Drops Video For ‘Heil Hitler’

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Kanye West has dropped a music video for his controversial new song “Heil Hitler”.

The song features lyrics such as “With all this money and fame, I still can’t get my kids back / With all this money and fame I still can’t see my children.”

West also raps: “I became a Nazi yet bitch, I’m the villain,” before the song goes into a refrain of “N-gga, Heil Hitler.”

The new version of the song also concludes with a speech by Adolf Hitler.

The video features an all Black group of men standing in formation, most of them wearing animal skins over their heads and shoulders and they repeatedly chant “N-gga Heil Hitler,” for the song’s hook.

A previous version of the song featured a diss aimed at Drake with West rapping: “N-ggas be acting like f-ggots, I think they might be Drake.”

The song is set to be included on West’s next album Cuck which has cover artwork featuring two people dressed in Ku Klux Klan robes.

Cuck is also set to include several other controversial song including “Cousins” where West admits to having an incestuous relationship with a cousin when they were both children.

On the song, he raps: “Hanging with my cousin, reading dirty magazines / We seen some ni-gas kissin’, we ain’t know what that shit mean / Then we start re-enacting everything that we had seen / That’s when I gave my cousin head, gave my cousin head / Gave my cousin head, I gave my cousin head / I gave my cousin head.”

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He also explained on social media: “This song is called COUSIN about my cousin that’s locked in jail for life for killing a pregnant lady a few years after I told him we wouldn’t ‘look at dirty magazines together’ anymore. Perhaps in my self centered mess I felt it was my fault that I showed him those dirty magazines when he was 6 and then we acted out what we saw.”

West continued: “My dad had playboy magazines but the magazines I found in the top of my moms closet were different. My name is Ye and I sucked my cousins dick till I was 14. Tweet sent.”

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