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Purge
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Vin Jay
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This is not a test. This is your emergency broadcast system announcing the commencement of the annual Purge sanctioned by the US Government. Commencing at the siren, any and all crime, including murder, will be legal for twelve continuous hours. Police, fire, and emergency medical services will be unavailable until tomorrow morning at 7AM, when the Purge concludes. Blessed be YPG and America: a nation reborn. May God be with you all... Yeah! The Purge back, come indulge in the beef Got me rollin' like a polo, I'm patrolling the streets Got Patron up in my soda, f**k a moment of peace Crack your dome and put opponents in a coma for weeks Jumpin' out of vans, lookin' like the Taliban Blade swingin' at fake b*t*hes, you know the battle plan You never stop it, there ain't no way to control the violence I swap spit with your b*t*h and gave her Corona Virus No monogamys, I don't follow equality Time to drop bombs, It's Vietnam on your property f**k about, apologies, fire rockets at wannabes Am I [?] try surviving in poverty Not familiar with the plan? Just study Finna purge Mark Cuban so the fam' gets money Run up on his new cast, make they spandex bloody Get 'em thrown out the whip like a crash test dummy Go! Sun's down so get ready to purge I need guns, knives, ammo, murder Better pray to God when the devil emerge I want guns, knives, ammo, murder Everybody take cover when I come through the gates I got guns, knives, ammo, murder It's the motherf**kin' purge so ain't nobody safe We got guns, knives, ammo, shhh Can't hide, got your phone lines tapped Molotovs hit your face, turnin' both eyes black But if anybody miss, I make 'em go right back Tell 'em, "finish that, man" like I'm NoLifeShaq Get the blades spinnin', face splittin' You fake b*t*hes 'til your leg's stiffen' Werewolf, my fang's drippin' Feel the pain kick in Mix breed, I'm blade grippin' Oh, my brain different Rollin' up in a tank, trippin' No guns, I be rollin' with machetes, tucked Step in my path, I run 'em down with a semi-truck 'Bout to run up in a bank with the Rémy, drunk Take a hundred grand then I blow it on a petty sl*t Get to runnin' with my clique, cause trouble See them mobbin' down the block with them pitchforks, huddled Everybody gettin' diced when the big dogs scuffle Can't put you back together like the jigsaw puzzle Let's go! Sun's down so get ready to purge I need guns, knives, ammo, murder Better pray to God when the devil emerge I want guns, knives, ammo, murder Everybody take cover when I come through the gates I got guns, knives, ammo, murder It's the motherf**kin' purge so ain't nobody safe We got guns, knives, ammo Guns, knives, ammo, murder Guns, knives, ammo, murder, murder Guns, knives, ammo, murder, murder Guns, knives, ammo
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