[Intro]
Stars pop, stripes bleed, rockets fucking glare—
Call sign: Star and Stripes, bitch, I’m warfare in mid-air.
[Verse 1]
Cathleen Bate—bend physics like steel-girder bows,
New Order inked in my bones, every rule I compose.
Told gravity “sit,” made Mach numbers obey,
Slapped Shee-gah-rah-kee clear into yesterday.
From Oklahoma plains to Tokyo’s war-torn smoke,
I’m Uncle Sam’s middle finger—freedom’s barbed joke.
Villains pray; my right hook reads biblical,
Fuck diplomacy—I write constitutions on your physical.
[Hook]
Red glare, blue skies, white knuckles on the throttle,
I rewrite cosmos, smash gods by the bottle.
If you breathe menace, I’ll veto your lungs—
Freedom or coffin—choose quick, I’ve only got one.
[Verse 2]
All Might’s shrine girl? Nah, I’m his meaner creed,
Took his torch, poured napalm, planted liberty seeds.
Toga’s knives, Dah-bi’s flames—cute carnival tricks,
I drop carrier strikes from my crucifix.
My oath ain’t a pledge, it’s a contract in blood,
Signed “U.S.A.” then stamped in your mud.
They hiss “Yankee arrogance”—damn right, it’s due;
Arrogance pays rent when righteousness is true.
[Bridge]
Code Red—Nomu swarm like locust plagues,
I carve “TRUTH” across foreheads with sonic blades.
Wingmen fall, but the mission stays:
No king but the people, no god but the brave.
[Verse 3]
Come on, Shee-gah-rah-kee, harvest me if you dare,
Rip my Quirk, swallow legend, choke on despair.
I etched contingency inside my own flesh:
“Touch me & erupt”—patriot’s final caress.
Statue of Liberty mouth-spits molten lead,
I’ll haunt your psyche long after I’m dead.
Freedom ain’t gentle, liberty ain’t polite—
It’s a screaming warhead yelling FUCK YOU to night.
[Outro]
Cue the trumpets, cue the flyover roar;
I bled so that flag can stain the sky once more.
Raise your cups, raise your fists, raise the dead if you can—
[Sacrificial moment] "THIS IS FOR YOUR INDEPENDENCE, AMERICA."
[Firework SFX]
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