[Intro]
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*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, kill a motherfucker up in my business
I'm tired of this shit, 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 motherfuckers all scummy, back but nobody 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 horn 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 shit 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
Kill, kill, kill, kill, motherfucker, 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 fuck around and get the mask, killer
Wouldn't wanna get the gun, it doesn't matter
I'll be splattering the gas, n***a
They don't wanna get to bumping, why they running?
Told you that I was the last n***a
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 fuck, I mean suck the nuts
Upon the bust, I need to be certain
About the uppercut and fuck the pussy up before I nut and fuck the beef curtains
I'ma fucking 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***a seal they fate
I pull up with semi-automatic swiffers
Steady got a n***a shooting at your rate
N***as 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 "Fuck '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