[Intro]
[low sub-bass rumble, dark ambient pad, distant wind]
It’s Rooster Season…
[hard 808 drop, clean trap drums lock in]
[glitch percussion snaps in tight]
Yeah…
[Verse 1]
[heavy 808 + crisp trap kick, sharp hi-hats]
Don’t talk shit to me, you won’t come out clean.
My words cut deep where the scars don’t heal.
If you push too hard, you’re already wrong.
I hit where it hurts and it stays too long.
[metal rim clicks, minimal space between drums]
[Pre-Chorus]
[filter rises slightly, tension builds, snare roll starts]
When I get pissed, I don’t raise my fist.
I use my voice like a steel-tipped twist.
I know how to break a soul with a line.
Leave a wound so deep it lives in your mind.
[snare roll intensifies]
[Chorus]
[full trap drop, hard 808, layered bass, wide drums]
Word murder, word murder — I cut you through.
Word murder, word murder — that’s what I do.
Word murder, word murder — say my name.
One dark line and you ain’t the same.
Word murder, word murder — watch it land.
One hard phrase and you won’t stand.
Word murder, word murder — hear that sound.
I kill with words when I come around.
[bass rides under vocals, steady bounce]
[Verse 2]
[beat drops half-time, dark pad returns, space opens]
Don’t fuck with me if you don’t want pain.
I go straight for the nerve when I say your name.
No hands, no blade, just a mouth full of fire.
One sharp sentence and you sink even lower.
[low kick hits heavy, slow rhythm]
I don’t need a weapon, I don’t need fight.
My words bite hard in the dead of night.
If you come at me, you already lost.
I leave a mark and you pay the cost.
[light atmospheric delay on vocals]
[Chorus]
[full trap drop again, heavier 808 saturation]
Word murder, word murder — I cut you through.
Word murder, word murder — that’s what I do.
Word murder, word murder — say my name.
One dark line and you ain’t the same.
Word murder, word murder — watch it land.
One hard phrase and you won’t stand.
Word murder, word murder — hear that sound.
I kill with words when I come around.
[Verse 3]
[slightly stripped beat, dark ambient pad returns]
I can poison the room with a crooked grin.
Turn your whole damn peace into a haunted sin.
Every word I speak feel like graveyard smoke.
One bad sentence and your whole world broke.
[Bridge]
[beat pulls back, mostly drums and low bass hum]
I don’t need a weapon, I don’t need fight.
My mouth bring hell in the dead of night.
Say the wrong shit, then you’ll understand.
Some wounds run deeper than a gun or a hand.
[snare roll builds]
[Final Chorus]
[full intensity trap, heavy 808, layered drums]
Word murder, word murder — I cut you through.
Word murder, word murder — that’s what I do.
Word murder, word murder — say my name.
One dark line and nothing stays the same.
Word murder, word murder — watch it land.
One hard phrase and you won’t stand.
Word murder, word murder — hear that sound.
I kill with words when I come around.
[Outro]
[beat fades, sub-bass slowly drops out]
It’s Rooster Season…
[final silence cut]
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