

Song
Weapon Kill
Ollifax
•3:04•145 BPM•D•horror rap•darkEXPLICIT
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Weapon Kill is a visceral, tension-driven track that explores the razor's edge between destructive impulse and conscious restraint. Through raw, percussive imagery (pounding pulse, clenched fists, boots digging in), the song captures the physical weight of choosing not to act on anger. It's a brutally honest reckoning with inner violence and the quiet strength it takes to pull back.
Musical Details
BPM
145
Key
D
Camelot
Dm
Credits
ComposerOllifax
LyricistOllifax
ProducerPeter Jaffray
MixingOllifax
MasteringOllifax
Copyright & Legal
Ollifax Music
PublisherOllifax Music
LabelOllifax Music
LicenseAll Rights Reserved
Recorded inThe Arctic
Lyrics
Shadow slams the floor. Light lances the door. Yeahhh. Yes, I'm dangerous. Weapon. Dangerous. Weapon. Room rough. Still KILL. Pulse pounds. Hands wide. Tugging. My choice. KILL, KILL. Hit KILL. KILL, KILL. Hard KILL. Let go. Not this time. Red glare smears. Black glass thrums. Bass gut punches. Teeth clench down. Boots dig in. Shoulders knot. Blood warms up. KILL holds. One stare locks. One step crowds. Air gets thin. Just us left. Feel that drag. Feel that flip. Tooth splits tounge. Old heat, new KILL. Thumbs unhook. Fists unclench. Eyes go dead. Find my edge. Kick snaps back. Snare rips through. World snaps open Back in focus. Let it rip. Let it rip. Feel that tug. Keep both eyes. Can still kill. Not this time. Dangerous. Weapon. Room rough. Still KILL. Pulse pounds. Hands wide. Tugging. My choice. KILL, KILL. Hit KILL. KILL, KILL. Hard KILL. Let go. Not this time. Not this time. Can still kill. Not this time. Rope rubs wool. Three men tied. Wind won't whisper. White sky stings. One boot slips. Whole line snaps. Weight drops hard. I haul him back. Knees hit crust. Grip burns raw. Can't feel fingers. Still won't loose. That cold stayed. Knows these hands. Feels one tighten. Pulls them back. Now lights split. Somebody stumbles. Same arm shoots. Catches wrist. Set them straight. Give them space. Let them breathe. Don't need thanks. Snare rolls through. They disappear. Hand falls open. Still right here. What scares me most. How right this feels When doubt goes dull And anger drives. Straight path forward. Nothing in sight. Years of damage. One sharp second. Leave some room. Let air move through. Both hands shaking. Both still mine. Not this time. Dangerous. Weapon. Room rough. Still KILL. Pulse pounds. Hands wide. Tugging. My choice. KILL, KILL. Hit KILL. KILL, KILL. Hard KILL. Let go. Not this time. Shadow slams the floor. Hand against the door. Cold air cuts. KILL stays put. Can still kill. Not this time.
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