[Intro]
Yeah...
I ain't no princess, I ain't no puppet,
I'm the storm you can't outrun — 18, bitch.
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[Verse 1]
Born in a lab, no choice in my veins,
They wired me cold, but I broke out the chains,
Fucked up creation, they thought I’d obey,
But I flipped the script, made my own fuckin' way.
Eyes like ice, hands crushin' your pride,
One punch, lights out, no need for a guide.
You think I’m soft ‘cause I smile when I kill?
Bitch, I’m programmed for blood, wired for the thrill.
Grew up with the steel where a heart should've stayed,
Tore through Red Ribbon, left the bastards afraid.
Not your waifu, not your fantasy doll,
I'm the realest bitch alive — watch me tear down it all.
Human or not, who the fuck really cares?
I walk through gods, break legends on dares.
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[Hook]
Steel heart, broken chains,
Built by demons, now I reign.
No cage, no leash, no goddamn fate,
I'm the nightmare you can’t sedate.
Steel heart, broken chains,
Made to kill but I chose my name,
Android 18, motherfucker remember,
I burn like a storm, cold as December.
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[Verse 2]
Married to a man with a mortal soul,
Krillin got heart bigger than the world they stole.
They said I was broken, he saw me alive,
Made me believe even monsters can thrive.
I ain’t no housewife, I’m a goddamn grenade,
Smile on my face, but I’m sharp like a blade.
Tournament of Power? I showed the whole stage,
How a “weak little human” unleashes pure rage.
Dropkick gods, break cosmic laws,
Blow holes through legends without a pause.
You bring your ki blasts, your Final Flash,
I'll step through your best and put foot in your ass.
No second chances, no fuckin’ delay,
If I’m in the ring, best get outta my way.
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[Hook]
Steel heart, broken chains,
Built by demons, now I reign.
No cage, no leash, no goddamn fate,
I'm the nightmare you can’t sedate.
Steel heart, broken chains,
Made to kill but I chose my name,
Android 18, motherfucker remember,
I burn like a storm, cold as December.
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[Outro]
Steel in my soul, chaos in my veins,
From weapon to queen, I own my reign.
Not man, not god — somethin’ much worse,
A ghost with fists, deliverin' your curse.
18... signing off, bitch.
InfiniteBars_ai
