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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Heat in the treeline
Mud on my boots
Something in the dark
Moving through the reeds
He made a game of us
Marked us like meat
I got blood in my teeth
And miles to beat
[Pre-Chorus]
No time left
No time to think
The jungle's breathing
At the edge of the creek
Hands on the barrel
Eyes on the sky
If I go down here
Then I go alive
[Chorus]
Get to the choppa
Get to the choppa
Run like hell and don't look back
Demon of the trophy wall
You won't take me off the map
Get to the choppa
Get to the choppa
I ain't got time to bleed
[Verse 2]
You came for the kill
I came for the road
Bones in the brush
And a fire in my load
You wear your victory
Like a rack of names
I wear a scar
That still knows my aim
[Pre-Chorus]
No time left
No time to pray
The whole damn canopy
Is shaking today
Fist full of thunder
Jaw set hard
If you want my shadow
Come and catch it now
[Chorus]
Get to the choppa
Get to the choppa
Run like hell and don't look back
Demon of the trophy wall
You won't take me off the map
Get to the choppa
Get to the choppa
I ain't got time to bleed
[Bridge]
This ain't your hunting ground
This ain't your throne
I was born in the wreckage
I was forged in stone
[Breakdown]
Predator
You picked the wrong one
Predator
I'm still not done
[Final Chorus]
Get to the choppa
Get to the choppa
Run like hell and don't look back
Demon of the trophy wall
You won't take me off the map
Get to the choppa
Get to the choppa
I ain't got time to bleed
Get to the choppa
Get to the choppa
Till the morning tears the night apart
Details
GeneratedAug 8, 2026
Duration3:51
LanguageEnglish
Style
Hard rock with driving palm-muted guitars, an urgent mid-tempo stomp, and big snare hits; verse rides tense riff chugs and clipped vocal phrases, pre-chorus opens with tom rolls and rising harmonies, chorus slams in with shouted gang doubles on the hook. Add reverse cymbal swells, gunmetal feedback stings, and a short breakdown before the final chorus. Bright, thick, and arena-punchy with a gritty close-mic lead, rock
Credits
Prompt byFireViper320
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Get to the choppa, demon who makes trophy’s of man, I ain’t got time to bleed, it makes Cambodia look like kansas . Predator, rock
