The Purge (feat. Tyler, The Creator & Kurupt)

My daddy said, "Yeah, ****"

(Pow, pow, pow, pow) Comin' in for yours

**** got them choppers, and they knockin' at your door

Sirens gettin' louder when the bodies hit the floor

Why you look confused? Muhfucka, this is war

Yeah, ****, uh, yeah, ****

Yeah, ****, uh, yeah, ****, uh

Yeah, ****

As this G shit begin, put this product placement on your chin

The realest **** breathin', y'all pretend

Real Crippy since I hopped off the swing

With my strap, that's my piece offering (Yo, yo, yo, yeah, uh, yeah)

Five shots get rung out, five bodies fallin'

Come put your lights out, I spark your apartment

Deadline my clothin', don't fuck with Pink Dolphin

Strap on his hairline, his forehead get softened

Send extras through his chest bones, shit, he don't need that coffin

Most **** woulda ran away, but, me, I'm out here walkin'

Bucket hat with my shades on, my wardrobe look awesome

Nah, now you know, no golfin', fuck rhymin', I'm Crippin'

**** rap about what I'm livin', all this false claimin' I'm hearin'

Doin' drive-bys, I ain't steerin', white funerals, I ain't tearin'

Fuck your bitch in front of your children

See your whip 'side of my buildin', yeah

Put my dick and nuts in her mouth, bust in her hair

I'm very rare, got my trigger on top of my underwear

Bitch, I'm everywhere, and over there

You die here, let off a pair (Yeah, yeah)

(Pow, pow, pow, pow) Comin' in for yours

**** got them choppers, and they knockin' at your door

Sirens gettin' louder when the bodies hit the floor

Why you look confused? Muhfucka, this is war

Yeah, ****, uh, yeah, ****

Yeah, ****, uh, yeah, ****, uh

Yeah, ****

House full of kilos, sold pounds to zeros

Cocaine my hero, you ain't Figg side, gettin' Deeboed

Always askin' for the burner like young **** still free load

Heart big as my ego, don't fly around my signal

I'll rearrange your dental

Crippy my house shoes, blue rag disciples

Murder, I'm liable, you get the Eiffel

Aim out the eyeball, I'm gettin' violent, I got the strike once

Won't get the strike twice, you **** half price

Which means you half off, I'm goin' Adolf

I'm smokin' bath salt, two sherm sticks, burn this, ooh

Knock, knock through the condos

Schoolboy from the five-deuce

But Hoovers spank till you unranked

You can fuck around, get that chin banged

Groovelinin', Crip walk the whole mile

Blue belt, still my pants down

Chuck Taylors, Cortezes, hushpuppies, my Glock, yeah, fuck, buddy

Make money, take money, earn crack money

Drug money, bail money, heard they got life for me

But how they got life for me when they took that from me

Since I had my nose runny? I was out past sunny

Had the strap by my tummy

You can go and ask mommy, grab a body bag, homie, yeah

(Pow, pow, pow, pow) Comin' in for yours

**** got them choppers, and they knockin' at your door

Sirens gettin' louder when the bodies hit the floor

Why you look confused? Muhfucka, this is war

Yeah, ****, uh, yeah, ****

Yeah, ****, uh, yeah, ****, uh

Yeah, ****

Bust my gun all by myself

Rock cocaine all by myself

Pour propane all on myself

Go so hard, might harm myself

Yeah, ****, uh, yeah, ****

Yeah, ****, yeah, ****

Yeah, it's Kurupt, young motherfuckin' Gotti

Still rollin' in the 6, I don't fuck with the Bugatti

Come up in this motherfucker lookin' for a bitch

She probably sucked on my dick, then you kissed her on the lips

The integral South Central sentinel

Get roped and choke, poetical tentacles stretch

Get roped and choked and rope-a-doped

Extra overdose of the okie-doke

But get a **** smoked, I ain't no joke

Tired of this bullshit and everything y'all talk about

They walked 'em in, I walked 'em out

They talked 'em in, I chalked 'em out

Now cock back that ox and pow, pow, pow, pow

Walk inside, pussy poppin', top is poppin' off

Papadopoulos neighborhood, rollin' 60 balls

Ghetto tribalist, squeezin' pussies like octopuses

****, show me where the money at, show me where the kush is

Next time you see me, I'll probably be in the bushes

This is the reasons why I won't be fuckin' with pussies like you

Me, Tyler, and Schoolboy Q, we told 'em

(Pow, pow, pow, pow) Comin' in for yours

**** got them choppers, and they knockin' at your door

Sirens gettin' louder when the bodies hit the floor

Why you look confused? Muhfucka, this is war

Yeah, ****, uh, yeah, ****

Yeah, ****, uh, yeah, ****, uh

Yeah, ****