Phasma vs. Fin: Clash of the Galaxy Bars

[Verse: Captain Phasma]
Chrome-plated strut, from the First Order's nest,
Helmet shine brighter than your moral distress.
Picked up a mop, thought you wiping the floors,
Now you’re out here crying in rebellion wars.
Trooper turned traitor? A blasphemous punk,
I’m commanding legions; you’re just flying junk.
Call me ruthless? Don’t care for your repentance,
While I’m running fleets, you’re searching for acceptance.
[Verse: Finn]
Oh, chrome dome thinks she throne-bound, wild,
But without that mask, just a corporate child.
Freedom ain't in your vocab, miss Tin Can,
I broke those chains—I'm a free man.
A pawn in a game, you follow that script,
Leadership’s a lie, just a cog that slipped.
Your troops? They flop while my squad gets respect,
Your rule met the trash compactor—direct.
[Chorus]
Galactic clash, stormtroopers and paths divide.
Loyalty’s a myth, only rebels survive.
Blast to the rhyme, they clash, they collide,
Under starlit skies, whose fire will thrive?
[Verse: Captain Phasma]
You fled the fight, coward—ran to the light,
While I stand steadfast in the darkest night.
Your aim’s as crooked as your false pride,
You missed every shot, but I shoot worldwide.

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