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Kill the Messenger
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Kill the Messenger was released on December 4, 2025 by Stealth Bomb Records Inc. as a part of the album Kill the Messenger - Single
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Release DateDecember 4, 2025
LabelStealth Bomb Records Inc.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM91

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Snak the Ripper
Snak the Ripper
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Scott Fyvie
William Scott Fyvie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Snak the Ripper
Snak the Ripper
Co-Producer
Jamie Kuse
Jamie Kuse
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer, Producer, Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Yo I got a message for em and it’s so sincere,
They feel a certain way about me but it’s mostly fear,
They talk shit, ima leave em slit from throat to ear,
This verse right here? The dopest shit I wrote this year,
I used to sniff coke smellin’ like smokes and beer,
Tag my name on every block when the coast is clear,
Took a long look at my life and I broke the mirror,
Yo I don’t fit in to any category nope I’m Weird,
Yo I’m off of the clock now I’m just killing some time,
Everybody fighting some demons but I’m dealing with mine,
You could throw shade but ain’t nobody stealing my shine,
Ya’ll musta thought I fell off but I’mm still in my prime,
I’m a, king in my city but I’m out in the burbs,
And I ain’t really fucking with you cock suckers or nerds,
Better watch your tone careful how you structure your words,
Cuz I’m killin’ the messenger now, Fuck what you heard
You looking at the source
I ain’t dealing with you middle men
Kill the messenger kill the kill the kill the messenger
Murder murder murder kill kill kill
All I see is kill the kill the kill the messenger
You looking at the source
I ain’t dealing with you middle men
Kill the messenger kill the kill the kill the messenger
Murder murder murder kill kill kill
All I see is kill the kill the kill the messenger
They watching but they ain’t hearing nothing I said,
I’m always up late working while you tucked in your bed,
Take a hit of this shit all the blood’ll Rush to your head,
Like Vietnam vet playing russian roulette
Another page of my life this is Chapter nine,
Staying focused on the present leave the past behind,
I’m getting twice as much work done in half the time,
I gave em all the blueprint they using Snak’s design,
I could of sold out easy but my shit is too grimy,
These record labels soft mother fuckers can’t sign me,
The music industry is so fake and so slimy,
You got problem with me bitch you know where to find me,
They selling you a dream but they can’t sell it to kid,
I stand behind my bars like a felon on bid,
They knowing that I’m great don’t need to tell em I’m the shit,
About to blow up in your face like an accelerant was lit, Blowow
You looking at the source
I ain’t dealing with you middle men
Kill the messenger kill the kill the kill the messenger
Murder murder murder kill kill kill
All I see is kill the kill the kill the messenger
You looking at the source
I ain’t dealing with you middle men
Kill the messenger kill the kill the kill the messenger
Murder murder murder kill kill kill
All I see is kill the kill the kill the messenger
Written by: William Scott Fyvie
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