Pink Ninja (Totally Not About Your Dictator Remix)

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[Chorus]
She’s charging fast, fast, fast, with no blade in hand
No spear, no axe, no arrows—just a cute vague command
She reaches for her bag, her pouch, her sacred lance
But finds instead a shopping list and a pair of pants
“Ah shit,” she cries, “I’ve left the swords back at the war-tent”
The Enemy, with one arrow, made the Pink Ninja repent

[Verse]
No time for strategy, the maps drawn drunk in time
Crowding words and twisted plots, banners hold the line
Ignored the enemy's taunts, they waited for her nod
Busy carving busts of herself, a self-made, Cute broad
Doubts if generals noticed, their weapons left askew
Lost in martial chaos, pointless bravado too
“Why pack shit gear,” she grumbles in defeat
“When all I’ve got is a comb and some lacey pants to cheat”

[Bridge]  
Still tumbling from her saddle, she sees her own demise  
It wasn't grandeur or conquest, just a mix-up of supplies  
With a bored archer aiming true, indifferent as he pulled  
Ended all her dreams of glory, with one last arrow

[Outro]
Life flashes by in heartbeats, an end of her own reign
Parades and poems, all part of the charade insane
“Should’ve brought a blade,” she mutters to the dirt
“Or at least a broken bottle, something cute to hurt”
Now horses roam unclaimed, banners and faces in disgrace
And the Pink Ninja's legacy, vanishes without a trace

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[Verse] Pink Ninja up and she's wired, hair tangled in knots Wrapped in a pink leather coat, ego ties up in thoughts Stomps around her posse, ten thousand beasts on call Metal shines like the frontline, flags scream "We brawl" Barks out, “Let’s smash through, no walls can hold our might” Today we kick down the gates, they won’t slip away without a fight Hops on her dark horsie with chaos and rage to spare Speeds off into madness… but the bitch, doesn't care [Chorus] She’s charging fast, fast, fast, with no blade in hand No spear, no axe, no arrows—just a cute vague command She reaches for her bag, her pouch, her sacred lance But finds instead a shopping list and a pair of pants “Ah shit,” she cries, “I’ve left the swords back at the war-tent” The Enemy, with one arrow, made the Pink Ninja repent [Verse] No time for strategy, the maps drawn drunk in time Crowding words and twisted plots, banners hold the line Ignored the enemy's taunts, they waited for her nod Busy carving busts of herself, a self-made, Cute broad Doubts if generals noticed, their weapons left askew Lost in martial chaos, pointless bravado too “Why pack shit gear,” she grumbles in defeat “When all I’ve got is a comb and some lacey pants to cheat” [Bridge] Still tumbling from her saddle, she sees her own demise It wasn't grandeur or conquest, just a mix-up of supplies With a bored archer aiming true, indifferent as he pulled Ended all her dreams of glory, with one last arrow [Chorus] She’s charging fast, fast, fast, with no blade in hand No spear, no axe, no arrows—just a cute vague command She reaches for her bag, her pouch, her sacred lance But finds instead a shopping list and a pair of pants “Ah shit,” she cries, “I’ve left the swords back at the war-tent” The Enemy, with one arrow, made the Pink Ninja repent [Outro] Life flashes by in heartbeats, an end of her own reign Parades and poems, all part of the charade insane “Should’ve brought a blade,” she mutters to the dirt “Or at least a broken bottle, something cute to hurt” Now horses roam unclaimed, banners and faces in disgrace And the Pink Ninja's legacy, vanishes without a trace

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