BODY COUNT - ESCAPE FROM TARKOV

Описание: Escape from Tarkov inspired song about Killa and Tagilla domination and relentless PvP.
Dark hip hop / trap track capturing boss pressure, factory bloodshed, and the fear of hearing footsteps too late.

🎮 Inspired by Escape from Tarkov
🎵 Genre: Hip Hop / Trap
🩸 Theme: Killa & Tagilla bosses, Factory raids, PMC wipes, heavy armor combat

This track reflects Tarkov moments like:
– Killa ambushes and pink mist one-bursts
– Tagilla sledgehammer chases on Factory
– Full-kit PMCs getting erased
– Body count stacking on the factory floor
– Extract panic and boss-level pressure

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Image art may include slight AI enhancements.

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Lyrics:

[Intro]
[low vocal register]
Heavy armor
Heavy hands
If you spawned in here tonight
You already lost your chance

[Verse 1 – Killa]
Striped mask
Long coat
I don’t blink
Customs
Inter
Labs
Watch ‘em sink
I don’t talk in chat
I don’t link
You peek mid
See muzzle flash
Then it’s pink mist
Full kit
Full stack
Mag drum humming
You load in brave
Then you leave here nothing
You sprint for tech
I’m a shadow by the racks
One burst
One slide
Slap bodies into sacks

Name tags clatter in my pocket like coins
Every dogtag stamped where your hope got destroyed
You brought that meta
That “never die” build
I brought angles and patience
That’s why you got killed

[Chorus]
Body count
On the factory floor
PMC dreams
Stained into the door
You came for loot
We came for war
Body count
We keeping the score

[Verse 2 – Tagilla]
Blood on the sledge
Fresh coat every wipe
Sawblade swinging in a circle
Feel the hype
You hear boots on metal
That’s your last little clue
Turn corner
Big mask
I’m already on you

Hammer down helmets
Crack plate
Crack pride
You prayed for an extract
I camp both sides
Face shield fogged from your panic breaths
I write your username in dents and dents

Workbench king
I remodel your skull
You flexed that stim pack
I flipped you null
You thought you were slick with that flashlight dance
I walked straight through the glare
Didn’t give it a chance

[Chorus]

[Bridge – Killa & Tagilla]
[Killa]
Count ‘em up
One
Two
Three
Keycards
Patches
All belong to me

[Tagilla]
Four
Five
Six
Name tags ring
Pile gets higher
Every raid I swing

[both
Call-and-response]
You rush? (We wait.)
You hide? (We hunt.)
You plead? (Too late.)
Respawn. Re-run

[Chorus]