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AimShot 2 by Pa

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AimShot 2

Hip Hop,male vocals

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Lyrics
Description
[Intro – Whisper-to-Scream Build]
Aim… shot…
Lock on target… breathe… steady…
One squeeze… then you’re gone.
[Verse 1 – Full-Speed Onslaught]
I’m a marksman marchin’, target lockin’ on your optics,
Heartless carnage, sharper than a carbon-fiber cartridge,
Sonic-boom when I zoom through the room with the hollow tips,
Follow scripts? Nah, I swallow clips and spit apocalypse.
Flame-hot rounds rain down like a red dawn,
Head gone, brains splatter — that’s a dead pawn,
Spread yawn, you slow-talk while I jet on,
I’m napalm nap-sackin’ every beat I step on.
Scope tight — no miss — I’m a ghost in the mist,
Your flows brittle like a bone in the fist,
I load venom in the pen — every note that I spit,
Make your throat slit slow with the quotes that I hit.
[Verse 2 – Machine-Gun Cadence]
Click-clack, reload — my rap’s like a speed mag,
Each track bleed foes — no cap when I see lag,
Three tags deep in your squad like a frag blast,
Knee-cap weak, now you crawl, can’t backtrack.
I’m that crucifix crucifier, truth supplier,
Shoot through liars — make your booth expire,
Move like fire through the loops and wires,
While you lose desire, I consume entire —
Cities, with a syllable missile I’m vicious,
Every hit is precision, I’m in a critical mission,
Rip a rhythm into ribbons with the friction I’m givin’,
And if you’re wishin’ for forgiveness, better live in religion.
[Verse 3 – Rapid-Fire Finale]
AimShot, brain pop, rain drop red,
Game stop, frame lock, take shots — dead,
Name drop? Fake opps? I’m not misled,
You flop, I rocket, you got no bread.
I’m a warlord with the four-four metaphor gore,
Put your core on the floor when the records roar,
You’re a decor on the wall when the legend score,
And I’m settin’ more records than you ever saw before.
So duck down, when I clutch rounds, you touch ground,
No luck now — it’s a shutdown, the hunt’s found,
Your tongue loud, but the punch sound will crush crowns,
One AimShot, now you’re dust-bound.