

Song
Kill You
Ollifax
2025•2:40•138 BPM•Eb minor•hip-hop
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Dirt on the face, sand in the teeth. No speeches, no glory sound. The job, done in short barks. Drag one back through broken stone.
Musical Details
BPM
138
Key
Eb minor
Camelot
Ebm
ISRC
QT3EY2693009
Credits
ProducerPeter Jaffray
Copyright & Legal
LicenseAll Rights Reserved
Recorded inNunavut, Canada
Lyrics
Yeahhh... Dirt on my face. Sand in my teeth. Air pull short. Hands locked. Targets up. Targets up, send it, split the air, aimed at you. Rounds rip, throw it, kill you quick, straight through you. No pause, no doubt, do what I have to, kill you. Drive through hell, kill them all, end of you. Face to the dirt when the shockwave slam. Jaw clenched hard, blood mixed with sand. Breath burn deep, chest pull thin, Up too long but I'm still in. Boot slide quick on shattered ground, Metal scream in a tearing sound. No clean lanes, no mercy view, Set, send, follow through. Stack, move. Cover, shoot. Reload, dump. Push, through. Short words bark when the chaos peak, I don't talk much, I make it bleak. Targets up, send it, cut the air, locked on you. Rounds rip, throw it, hit you fast, tear through you. No pause, no doubt, do what I have to, kill you. Drive through hell, kill them all, nothing left of you. Smoke hang low like it know my name, Every step bet, every breath the same. Hands shake once then settle tight, Fear get loud, I choke it light. You rush fast, spacing broke, I slow it down, let the moment choke. You want noise, you want display, I want you gone where you stand today. Check, left. Shift, right. Eyes up. Brace, fight. Mag seat hard, shoulder bruise, Rhythm locked, no room to lose. Targets up, send it, split the air, aimed at you. Rounds rip, throw it, kill you quick, straight through you. No pause, no doubt, do what I have to, kill you. Drive through hell, kill them all, end of you. Air tight. Jaw set. Eyes forward. No regret. Time stretch thin in the heat and dust, Seconds rot slow, metal taste rust. Body say stop, mind say go, Hate stay cold, will stay low. Drag one back through broken stone, Grip so tight my teeth grind bone. No speeches here, no glory sound, Just step, set, pin you down. Hold, wait. Rotate, clear. Cover, advance. Stay near. I paid in sleep for every inch, Earned this calm, I never flinch. Targets up, send it, split the air, locked on you. Rounds rip, throw it, end it fast, right through you. No pause, no doubt, do what I have to, kill you. Drive through hell, kill them all, this is you. Targets up. Send.
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Cause to Kill
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