"Purge" lyrics

Murder
Murder
Syndicate
Ahhh
Tru Ambassador
Murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder...
You use your fucking mouth too much, now it's a grave it turn you...

Aye
Murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
You use your fucking mouth too much, now it's a grave it turn you
A week go by and all yah now your body still no turn up
Nah take no threat, you haffi dead from you make me nervous
Murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder pon mi mind
Nah wait another day, dem haffi dead tonight
Me load mi 9, "Pussy, a who fa friend you a try fi style?"
Man a murder

Bad people anthem
We no deal with nonsense
Bere gun deh yah fi the man dem
Buss dem head and find song sing 'bout it
"How the fuck you feel?" Me fine, content
We love problem
Brand new AR with the pan dem sing like Sanchez, yeah
Race everything from outta the clip and then me change it like accent
Nuh haffi tell no lie, such man kill 'bout 25
Can't wait fi dem shub up dem head fi rest mi gun inna it
Obvious dem no love dem life, nozzle pon the 'K ignite
Him see the don and piss him pants, "Pussy, you nuh have no pride?"
Ah

Murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
You use your fucking mouth too much, now it's a grave it turn you
Week go by and all yah now your body still no turn up
Nah take no threat, you haffi dead from you make me nervous
Murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder pon mi mind
Nah wait another day, dem haffi dead tonight
Me load mi 9, "Pussy, a who fa friend you a try fi style?"
A murder

Dem know no fi pass dem place
All dem a talk tough like dem brave
Man turn dem inna a fallen angel, dem gon' know which gad dem praise
Can't escape 'cause me mark him face
My friend dem have the darkest ways
Eheh
Murder we murder people, no fuck with the artist's brain
Tell dem say, a the gad land
Born certified mad man
Car tint and have attraction
Hold the rifle horizontal
Murder dem fi make statement
Accuracy and placement
Use dem head paint the pavement
Syndicate, give dem bere lead
We nah save dem

A murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
You use your fucking mouth too much, now it's a grave it turn you
A week go by and all yah now your body still no turn up
Nah take no threat, you haffi dead from you make me nervous
Murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder pon mi mind
Yeah, dem haffi dead tonight
Ahh

Yeah we run the streets
Suck your mother idiot
Yeah, we have some guns weh n'even the chief of police got
Whole of dem a pussy, dem only bad pon the media
But, if a one thing me know, every pussy have weak spot
Kill dem fi we leisure
A simple procedure...
Pussy, we no need you
Syndicate, wha' you know?
'Til death
Hey!