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KILLER INSTINCTS

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Hip-Hop/Rap

KILLER INSTINCTS was released on July 11, 2025 by Shattwell Records as a part of the album SECTION 88

Song Details

AlbumSECTION 88

Release DateJuly 11, 2025

LabelShattwell Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM83

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Hunter Hagen

Guitar

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Kenneth Shattwell

Kenneth Shattwell

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

K.C.

Producer

Kenneth Shattwell

Kenneth Shattwell

Mixing Engineer

H1TMAN

Producer

Nicholas Blake Reedy

Nicholas Blake Reedy

Co-Producer

Reasy Beats

Producer

Lyrics

I hear the drywall whispering paranoia in the paint

When the fingernail descends it's a silence it won't erase

They tried to pray the fear out but I bled it in the vent

Now they twitching like a priest with a pornographic scent

And I don't do love tasks, I collapse like regrets

I'm the zodiac with flashcards, every clue's a death threat

And I'm Jason in the shadows and I'm Freddy in the sleep

Turn your dreams to crime scenes, sharp beneath your bedsheets

The heartbeat renovation, I do open concept flesh

No goodbye notes, just epitaphs engraved in the steps

They call me cold-blooded, I'm embalming every breath

And I don't lie to start my prayer, they've all been geared for the death

I ain't leaving no fingerprints, now I carve a ghost position

Turn your home into a chapel with the kill count vision

I'm the voice in the vents, the moan in the floor

When the lights cut south it's me settling scores

I got a smile made of scaffolds batted with the lead

I roll the lullaby in Latin while the walls turn red

They don't hear me coming, I don't breathe, I drift

And every scream is a canvas, every corpse is a gift

And you know how I'm feeling when my lyrics they twitching

With the feeling it drifts and come back from the shift

You don't ever see what's going on in my mind

So I write it on this paper, one word at a time

Body count, body count, someone tell the cops

It's another lost account for the bodies they don't stop

Chalk em out, chalk em out, and we sketch em on the floor

Make a scene, let em shout, and I'm waiting right at the door

Body count, body count, someone tell the cops

It's another lost account for the bodies they don't stop

Chalk em out, chalk em out, and we sketch em on the floor

Make a scene, let em shout, and I'm waiting right at the door

I got corpses in rotation like a DJ with the rats

I make communion out of flesh, every bite is a quiet threat

They say you ain't the devil, well that's cute, let's dissect

Even Satan texts me back when he needs to decompress

I'm gown with a wardrobe, and armor with a charm

And Bundy with a jawline, and Gacy inside the barn

I'm a case file that's wrapped inside the booth

You spit bars, I spit truth over tooth for tooth abuse

I got maps for my mayhem, been pinned, stuck in the grid

Even Siri don't know where I hide just what I did

Your Uber driver nods, cause he knows what I mean

He's taking lefts with a blade, and while he's back in his seat

I don't blink at no mirrors, I don't cast no shade

And just dance with your shadow until your heartbeat fades

Guts in the glove box with teeth in a jar

And with the players full of screams, hummin' low in my car

Body count, body count, someone tell the cops

It's another lost account for the bodies they don't stop

Chalk em out, chalk em out, and we sketch em on the floor

Make a scene, let em shout, and I'm waiting right at the door

Body count, body count, someone tell the cops

It's another lost account for the bodies they don't stop

Chalk em out, chalk em out, and we sketch em on the floor

Make a scene, let em shout, and I'm waiting right at the door

Knock, knock, I ain't waiting for the fucking door

I'm the sandwich in the kitchen, and the creek in the floor

I'm the last breath you swallow when the prices attack

I write Shakespeare with blood, with tragedy, no act

You say that you appeal for this, but your bones disagree

The autopsist says you choked on your own history

Know that I ain't the killer, I'm the reason death grins

With the scaffold and the smile when the itch beneath your skin

There's no need for a motive, I create my own cause

Call it all, every vein, just a stroke with no pause

I'm the hush and the scream, I'm the pause and the breath

I'm the echo of your sins, echoing right before death

I'm the drip from the faucet when your house goes quiet

I'm the flicker in the bulb and the pulse in the riot

I'm the click in your lock when no one's at the gate

I'm the whisper of your name when you seal your fate

Body count, body count, someone tell the cops

It's another lost account, but the bodies, they don't stop

Chalk em out, chalk em out, and we sketch em on the floor

Make a scene, let em shout, and I'm waiting right at the door

Body count, body count, someone tell the cops

It's another lost account, but the bodies, they don't stop

Chalk em out, chalk em out, and we sketch em on the floor

Make a scene, let em shout, and I'm waiting right at the door

Written by: Kenneth C Shattwell

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