Counting deaths on my wrist
b#tch I’m looking suspicious
Never look to my eyes
Or your life will lose a relevance
Smoking dope at my side
You can catch me by the bloody trail
All your shooters are died
All your life is a large fail
Purulence purulence purulence purulence
Purulence purulence purulence purulence
Reloading my gun have a banana clip
Nobody will find your body so deep
I’m a god of this place and my blade is law
Voices in head telling to kill thеm all
Reloading my gun have a banana clip
Nobody will find your body so deep
I’m a god of this place and my bladе is law
Voices in head telling to kill them all
See me from the top leave your body rot (rot)
b#tch you better run have a quickshot
Blah blah to your head, consistency death
My block alma mater, my gun is a friend
See me from the top leave your body rot
b#tch you better run have a quickshot
Blah blah to your head, consistency death
My block alma mater, my gun is a friend
Purulence purulence purulence purulence
Purulence purulence
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Survivxr. Lyrics – Purulence.