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purge - damius lyrics

[intro]
*weather alert sound*
this is not a test…
*the purge siren sounds*

[chorus: brotha lynch hung]
get ’em, got ’em, never thought about ’em
i’ma red*dot ’em, leave his head without ’em
get ’em, got ’em, never thought about ’em
i’ma red*dot ’em, leave his head without ’em

[verse 1: damius]
purge anybody’s existence, k!ll a motherf*cker up in my business
i’m tired of this sh*t, wanna end it
beg all you want yet i’m not finishеd
so, circle and hurdle then murdеr ’em
just to get ’em off of my list
so circle and hurdle then murder ’em
now i gotta hide their bodies quick
i turn you motherf*ckers all scummy, back but n0body wanted to listen
i even soaked in a tub of my enemies blood and now damius is finally christened
when you meet me face*to*face you’ll begin to see that i can be relentless
i’ll grab a h*rn and i’ll slay her then you’ll see that i am repent*less (yeah)
stay out of sight ’cause i’m purging tonight
i’m ready to fight and i’m taking your life
i grabbed the knife and i’m gripping it tight
aiming for your spine, stab with all my might
making sure you can never walk again
through all the sh*t you talked again
about to witness family and friends
as their lives all come to and end
stab, stab, stab, stab, the bodies falling to the floor
k!ll, k!ll, k!ll, k!ll, motherf*cker, that’s what i have in store
may never be a crime scene that’ll ever be as as gruesome
still have eleven hours left of purge and i’m gonna use ’em (use ’em)
[chorus: brotha lynch hung]
get ’em, got ’em, never thought about ’em
i’ma red*dot ’em, leave his head without ’em
get ’em, got ’em, never thought about ’em
i’ma red*dot ’em, leave his head without ’em

[verse 2: twisted insane]
body*bag ’em in the trash with you
when you f*ck around and get the mask, k!ller
wouldn’t wanna get the gun, it doesn’t matter
i’ll be splattering the gas, n*gga
they don’t wanna get to bumping, why they running?
told you that i was the last n*gga
but it never be the homie, i’m all lonely and no way you’re smoking on my grass swisher
had to bag it like it’s hurting
counting on defeat, indeed it be purged
if you wanna f*ck, i mean suck the nuts
upon the bust, i need to be certain
about the uppercut and f*ck the p*ssy up before i nut and f*ck the beef curtains
i’ma f*cking fiend, i mean i haunt your dreams before i hit it
well, i gotta be for certain
standing in my way while i hit ’em with the k
run up but i gotta, gotta hit ’em in they face
maybe they gone run, i had to hit ’em with the automatic gun
i be the one to make a n*gga seal they fate
i pull up with semi*automatic swiffers
steady got a n*gga shooting at your rate
n*ggas be talking like i wouldn’t pull up in the middle of the night and bust your grape
bump bump bump bump, the sound of your body coming out my trunk
i had to plug my nose, smell is coming through my clothes
living, dripping with the funk
i be like “f*ck ’em all”, i got the urge to go purge somebody finna get jumped
it be like two in the morning and i be on another corner standing with the pump (ugh)
[chorus: brotha lynch hung]
get ’em, got ’em, never thought about ’em
i’ma red*dot ’em, leave his head without ’em
get ’em, got ’em, never thought about ’em
i’ma red*dot ’em, leave his head without ’em

- damius lyrics

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