Lunar: Bombardier Spittle Alchemy (Kosuke)

(Verse 1 (Mocking Intro)): “Am I out of grenades? Out of flame?” Did you keep track? ’Cause I sure didn’t, what a shame.” Let’s see, I got a knife here, a dart there, how many are gone? Let’s be honest—who cares? Not I, I’m not done. “It’s tricky, isn’t it, keeping score? Did I use one? Or maybe three, or four?” “But oh dear me, it looks like I’ve just begun.”_ [Laughs] “Guess it’s time for you to run!”_ (Chorus): BOOM! I don’t need wands, don’t need dust. Flame in my spit, fire’s a must. A flick of hair, a snap of tooth, And flames come roaring right out and things go poof. Take your bets and pray for luck— Because when I ignite, you’re out of luck. Fire’s not borrowed; it comes from me. Burn and break—just wait and see! (Verse 2): I twist my hair into a deadly dart, Light it up straight from the heart. Spitting sparks and volatile oils, Weapons born from chaos, my favorite spoils. A feather aflame, a needle on fire, I need no stockpile, I need no supplier. Where others reload, I grin and spit, I carry the fire—you’ll never forget. (Chorus): BOOM! I don’t need wands, don’t need dust. Flame in my spit, fire’s a must. A flick of hair, a snap of tooth, And flames come roaring right out and things go poof. Take your bets and pray for luck— Because when I ignite, you’re out of luck. Fire’s not borrowed; it comes from me. Burn and break—just wait and see! (Bridge): Why bother counting when the flames won’t stop? Weapons from nothing, a crackle, a pop. Fire is freedom, fire’s the key, And every spark comes straight from me. Think you’re safe? I say you’re not. I carry flame wherever I plot. Watch your back—when you think I’m bare, I spit a spark straight through the air! (Chorus (Refrain)): BOOM! I don’t need wands, don’t need dust. Flame in my spit, fire’s a must. A flick of hair, a snap of tooth, And flames come roaring right out and things go poof. Take your bets and pray for luck— Because when I ignite, you’re out of luck. Fire’s not borrowed; it comes from me. Burn and break—just wait and see! (Extended Verse): Flaming darts and blazing spit, You thought I was done? Not even a bit. One spark here, one spark there, Weapons bloom from thin air. I don’t just fight—I scorch and maim, Set the air ablaze and call it a game. No dust? No problem. I’ll still get my thrill, Weapons born from my own will. (Chorus (Triumphant)): BOOM! I don’t need wands, don’t need dust. Flame in my spit, fire’s a must. A flick of hair, a snap of tooth, And flames come roaring right out and things go poof. Take your bets and pray for luck— Because when I ignite, you’re out of luck. Fire’s not borrowed; it comes from me. Burn and break—just wait and see! (Final Bridge): Flame is the answer, spit’s the spark, A weapon from nothing, lighting the dark. The game is simple—ignite and run, With every boom, I’ve already won. Smoke in the air, heat on your skin, Once the fire starts, I always win.