HeadHunt

**(Intro - spoken, low and gravelly)**
"Walk into the light, little lamb... I dare you."
*(Sharp inhale, then a click of a hammer)*

**(Verse 1 - Rapid-fire Rap, Syncopated & Aggressive)**
Tick-tock, the clock’s a liar, I’m the fire in the wire
Sniper scope, your hope’s expired, you’re a choir of a liar
I don't shake hands, I shake barrels, kiss the kiss of the M4
Your parade's a dirty burial, I'm the storm that they ignore
I feel the grain of the walnut stock, the coolness of the steel
This ain’t a job, it’s a holy shock, a predator’s appeal
I know the click, the kick, the slide, the whisper of the .45
I know the way the blade decides to make a dead man’s eyes alive
Your blood type? I don’t recall, I just collect the head
Your last request? A final call? I leave you cold and bled

**(Chorus - Thrash Metal Riff, Shouted & Vicious)**
KNEEL DOWN, LITTLE MAN, YOU'RE NOTHIN' BUT A STAIN!
HEADHUNT! I'M THE PAIN IN YOUR VEIN!
I’LL TRAMPLE YOUR PRIDE, GRIND YOUR BONES TO DUST!
YOU'RE WEAK, YOU'RE SLOW, YOU'RE RUST!
I’VE GOT THE HAMMER, THE SCYTHE, THE BITE OF THE WOLF'S JAW
HEADHUNT! I’M THE FINAL LAW!

**(Verse 2 - Technical, Bullet-like Delivery)**
I can field-strip a Glock in the pitch-black dark
While I’m reading your obituary, written with a shark
From the tip of the bayonet to the blast of the RPG
I speak a language you will never speak, a symphony of debris
You think your Kevlar's salvation? That's a paper-thin facade
I know your vest's location, I know your favorite god
I'll perforate the lung, two in the chest, one in the dome
Send a picture to your Mum, I'll turn your house into a home
For the maggots, give the slugs a new place to chew
I don't just fight, I audit, I collect the due

**(Chorus - Double-timed, Pure Rage)**
KNEEL DOWN, LITTLE MAN, YOU'RE NOTHIN' BUT A STAIN!
HEADHUNT! I’M THE PAIN IN YOUR VEIN!
I’LL TRAMPLE YOUR PRIDE, GRIND YOUR BONES TO DUST!
YOU'RE WEAK, YOU'RE SLOW, YOU'RE RUST!
I’VE GOT THE HAMMER, THE SCYTHE, THE BITE OF THE WOLF'S JAW
HEADHUNT! I’M THE FINAL LAW!

**(Bridge - Slower, Menacing, Spoken-word over a heavy groove)**
You ever heard a silenced kiss?
The way the world just... *hiss*?
You ever felt the choke of the garrote’s smile?
Or the kick of a shotgun, point-blank, in denial?
I've sliced, I've diced, I've played with your oxygen
I’ve watched the light blink out and then begin again
Just to watch it die once more. It's a bore.
But the paycheck? I adore.

**(Guitar Solo - Chaotic, Wild, then Locking into a Groove)**

**(Outro - Aggressive, Half-spoken, Half-screamed)**
This is the end of the line, pal. The terminus.
No treaties. No deals. No "fair" fight.
You're a name on a list. A tick mark.
I know the weight of the axe, the sting of the shrapnel
The feel of the recoil… it’s the only feeling that's real.
My finger is the trigger, the trigger is my soul.
And your head? It's my collection.
It's my toll.

**(Final Chant - Spoken, like a mantra, over fading feedback)**
*HeadHunt... HeadHunt... I own the bullet... I own the hunt... HeadHunt...*

**(End with the sound of a single shell casing hitting a concrete floor)**