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Lyrics
[Intro]
Red scope
Red sky
I breathe
You die
[Verse 1]
Ash on my tongue
gun smoke halo
Boot prints burn
in the brimstone payload
Demons in my ear
keep count like payroll
Whisper every name
that I’m made to lay low
Click-clack
eye to the glass, I’m frozen
Finger on the fate
of the ones I’ve chosen
You pray to the clouds
I pray you poke up
Soon as your head rise
that whole hope blown up
March with the fiends
in fatigues, that’s standard
Every shell dropped
like a signed death answer
Heaven feel far
when the cross get severed
I don’t miss once
I just sin more clever
[Chorus]
Snipers in Hell
we don’t blink, we don’t feel
Red dots dance
on your chest, that’s real
Fire on the floor
black smoke in my lungs
I aim, I squeeze
every demon gets sung
Snipers in Hell
where your prayers don’t land
You can run out of breath
but not outrun my hand
Fire on the floor
black smoke in my lungs
I aim, I squeeze
every demon gets sung
[Verse 2]
I see skulls in the glass
not faces
Heartbeats racing
I erase those traces
Laugh when the heat
lick teeth like acid
Every last scream
in my head, fantastic
Walk through the pit
with the scope still gleaming
Flames kiss steel
but the steel keep screaming
Angels overhead
won’t drop that ladder
They know when I lock in
halo shrapnel scatter
Hellhound mindset
eyes all static
Calm in the chaos
surgical, savage
You think it’s mercy
when the shot ring quiet?
Nah
That’s rage so sharp
it’s silent
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 1, 2026
Duration2:05
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Sinister trap beat with distorted 808s and sharp hi-hats, male vocals spitting double-time in a snarling cadence. Verses feel like a barrage—tight, aggressive, with abrupt pauses for impact. Chorus widens with gang shouts, octave doubles, and a haunting choral pad under the hook. Occasional risers and sub drops emphasize the most violent punchlines.
Credits
Prompt by
FRAILKING
FRAILKINGModelAria v5
Prompt
A angry aggressive rap song about demons,
Hell, snipers
