The Quiet Kill (Nagisa)

They think I’m quiet — that I’m soft, that I’m shy,

But I’ll slit your fuckin’ throat with a smile in my eye.

Na-gi-sah on the hunt, better pray I don’t try,

‘Cause this lil’ blue-haired bitch got a will to survive.

Yeah, I move like a ghost, Na-gi-sah on the creep,

Assassin in disguise with a blade tucked deep.

Keep sleepin’ on the kid, you gon’ die in your sleep,

Ain’t no talkin’, just silence — now your secret’s to keep.

Born to be a problem, watch the anger I bottle,

Put a fuckin’ knife in your back, full throttle.

They thought I was sweet, just a student in class,

But I got more kill shots than a gunner on blast.

From that bitch Karma to that snake bitch I-re-na,

I watched, learned, now I’m colder than freezah.

Me and Ko-ro-sen-say, yeah, we bonded through pain,

He taught me that death ain’t just rage — it’s restrained.

So I smile through the trauma, kill calm, no flex,

Got the edge of a blade when I’m cuttin’ my ex.

Call me The Quiet Kill, no need to yell,

When I step in the room, they can already tell.

Yeah, I’m small and I’m sweet, but I’m raised in hell,

I’m that calm-ass storm, sendin’ souls to dwell.

Call me The Quiet Kill, ain’t no threats to spill,

Just a blue-eyed stare and a cold-ass will.

When the mission gets hot, I don’t run, I thrill—

With a whisper of death, I’m the chill that kills.

Class E got the heat, we the bottom by name,

But we outsmart the top with that sniper aim.

Yeah, Karma’s a beast, but I ain’t his twin,

I don’t rage, I finesse — I was born to win.

Talk peace like a monk, move slick like a cat,

Then I wrap this damn tie ‘round your neck real fast.

Tried to break me down, but I bend, not snap,

I’m the quietest fuck you’ll regret ever tapped.

Ko-ro-sen-say knew I had death in my grip,

Trained a killer with a conscience, I don’t trip.

I’m not your savior, not here to forgive,

But I’ll end you clean, let your sins relive.

Fuck a gun, fuck a scream, just a step and I’m near,

And that cold-ass stare be the last thing you fear.

Call me The Quiet Kill, no need to yell,

When I step in the room, they can already tell.

Yeah, I’m small and I’m sweet, but I’m raised in hell,

I’m that calm-ass storm, sendin’ souls to dwell.

Call me The Quiet Kill, ain’t no threats to spill,

Just a blue-eyed stare and a cold-ass will.

When the mission gets hot, I don’t run, I thrill—

With a whisper of death, I’m the chill that kills.

This ain’t no facade, it’s the blade of truth,

Na-gi-sah on the hunt with a deadly youth.

Assassin in heart, that’s my legacy built,

You’ll never hear me comin’...

That’s The Quiet Kill.