Counting deaths on my wrist
Bitch 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)
Bitch 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
Bitch 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