Battle Lines Drawn

Yo Adolf, mirror check—your whole myth's counterfeit.

Failed art student, failed warlord,

still couldn't make a hit.

Couldn't win a war or keep generals in line.

You called yourself a master—you're a footnote in decline.

(HA!) Somebody get this clown a mirror!

Toothbrush on your lip like a bargain-bin disguise,

Comb-over full of panic,

venom in your eyes.

The academy said no,

so you painted nations red,

Built a movement from resentment,

fed lies to the dead.

Not Picasso, not Van Gogh,

just a fraud with a flag,

A failed little painter with a dictator's brag.

Your canvas was a country,

your brushstroke was blood— Your masterpiece?

A continent drowning in mud!

YOU CAN'T EVEN DRAW,

MOTHERFUCKER! Germany lost the war,

you couldn't swallow defeat,

Forged a backstab myth and put the Jews in the seat.

Scapegoat in your pocket,

poison in your speech,

Selling fake salvation to the desperate and weak.

Beer Hall Putsch—what a brilliant debut: March on the government,

then the jail cell got you.

You wrote your little gospel while the bars stayed shut— A would-be

Caesar reduced to a loudmouth nut.

FUCK HITLER!

FUCK THE CROWN OF LIES!

YOUR EMPIRE COLLAPSED RIGHT BEFORE OUR EYES!

FUCK YOUR EGO!

FUCK YOUR PRIDE! YOU SENT MILLIONS TO DIE THEN YOU RAN TO

HIDE! FUCK YOUR SPEECHES!

FUCK YOUR NAME! YOU SET THE WORLD ON FIRE,

NOW YOU BURN IN SHAME!

YOU TALKED LIKE GOD,

YOU FOUGHT LIKE A CLOWN!

YOUR THOUSAND-YEAR REICH GOT TWELVE YEARS DOWN!

Barbarossa, forty-one—stretch the front till it snaps,

Thought Russia would fold,

got buried in the maps.

Winter at the doorstep,

supply lines running thin,

Stalingrad swallowed the army you sent in.

Sixth Army freezing, surrounded in the snow,

You screamed “Never retreat!”—so they had nowhere to go.

Then you declared on America,

opened one more door: Two fronts became a world war pounding at

your floor.

GENIUS! ABSOLUTE GENIUS!

Red Army at Berlin,

bombs breaking through the sky,

Your thousand-year fantasy learned how empires die.

All that master-race talk,

all that iron parade Could not stop the ruins your vanity made.

April forty-five, bunker lights burning low,

No glorious finale, nowhere left to go.

You preached courage loudly,

then dodged the trial—

Ended your legend in a concrete burial.

You blamed Jews for Germany's pain.

You made us your enemy.

You tried to erase us.

We're still here.

You're history.

You couldn't kill a people,

couldn't silence a name,

Couldn't make the world forget your crimes or shame.

Flags torn, books burned,

the Reich reduced to dust— Your ideology failed because hate cannot build

trust. You wanted Caesar's glory,

wanted history to kneel; Now your name warns what hate can build

and wield. The people you persecuted still rise,

still remain— Your mustache is a punchline attached to a stain.

FUCK HITLER! FUCK THE CROWN OF LIES!

YOUR EMPIRE COLLAPSED RIGHT BEFORE OUR EYES!

WE'RE STILL HERE! WE'RE STILL ALIVE!

YOUR WHOLE DAMN IDEOLOGY FAILED TO SURVIVE!

SAY IT LOUD!

LET THE WHOLE WORLD KNOW!

HITLER'S DEAD AND THE WORLD SAID NO!

You wanted a thousand-year Reich.

You couldn't finish twelve.

Good fucking riddance.