[Intro]
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.
[Verse 1]
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.
[Hook]
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.
[Verse 2]
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.
[Hook]
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.
[Outro]
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.
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