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Bang
Hip-Hop/Rap
Bang was released on January 28, 2026 by 7 Deadly Kittens as a part of the album Bang - Single
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Release DateJanuary 28, 2026
Label7 Deadly Kittens
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM117

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

Lyrics

Bang
Bang
Bang
Bang
Bang
Bang
Bang
Bang
Nine dead this year
Eight shots rang
The telephones sang
Screaming in the streets
Clapping from the sheets
Of Ice covering the streets
We’re not collateral damage anymore
We are the score
Were the goal and the gore
Were all bulls to matadors
So use your horns and gore
Blow your trumpets more
They’re just good little whores
For their dear leader they adore
Looks like it’s time to do some chores
Take out the trash
They got the cash in the bag
The stash in the bag
But they acted rash
I’m a hag about to hex ya
Pentagon wrapped in a hexagon
Stop sign and the hex is gone
Triggered my trap now the hex is on
You’re with me in the octagon
Just you and me one on Juan
I wade in swamps my crocks are on
Fishing lines don’t need bait cause I’m dropping bombs
He said guns aren’t allowed
Are you paying attention now
Bang
Bang
Bang
Bang
Bang
Bang
Bang
Bang
Nine dead this year
Eight shots rang
The telephones sang
Screaming in the streets
Clapping from the sheets
Of Ice covering the streets
We’re not collateral damage anymore
We are the score
The only good ice agent is a frozen one
They pulled their guns
Get em in their heels and on the run
Starting to melt shits about to get fun
Let’s topple the empire
It’s our moment to inspire
To light the fire and tend to it
Keep it burning so there’s ever and end to it
We can never forget this must be the end of it
Time for us to full send for it
Shit my hearts racing
I’m pacing
About to be chasing
You awoke the feral cat in me
My words are my strap you see
Word rymes with runt
Small dicked little cunts
Sending spirits on the HUNT
Spellings what I do
All my curses youve brought on you
Our doorsteps aren’t for you
Our foods not for you
Our spirits aren’t for you
So indulge at your own risk
Life ain’t a strategic game to play
If you die today you’re dead the rest of the days
Guess it’s true you gotta pay to play
May these words reach your ears today
And May you betray what you hear anyway
The wheels are set the morons here no need for magic potion here
All you need is to hear
Your heart will keep you in the clear
If it’s pure there’s not to fear
But if it’s darkened may you meet the seer that which produces the heart of fear
May you get put through the grinding gears
May you lose your youth and all your years
May you lose all your tears but feel like you’re crying all day dying all day
Cursed by your fate
Bang
Bang
Bang
Bang
Bang
Bang
Bang
Bang
Nine dead this year
Eight shots rang
The telephones sang
Screaming in the streets
Clapping from the sheets
Of Ice covering the streets
We’re not collateral damage anymore
We are the score
Written by: Skyler Gonzalez
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