Purgatory lyrics

[Intro: Kush Mink]
Beats by Malice
People saying I fell off and what not
This and that, nah f*ck that
Woi-oi

[Verse 1: Kush Mink]
Some of the gang are fat, she still wanna f*ck every member mental
Might cop me an ugly rental, slide up aim for his chest like Strepsil
Alhamdulillah they ain't stop my car cause it would've been f*cked (Alhamdulillah)
Ski mask on me, she don't know my face but she wanna get f*cked
When I touched down Hobart, the sl*ts wanna rate me (Thot, thot)
Got the addy on SnapMaps
When he take out the bins we cut him up crazy
Skin on the floor, you don't have a face no more it's soft like pastry
20k on my plate, could go outta state, I shoot him a text like "maybe"
I sell it cheap like The Reject Shop, if you don't move a bag in a day, just stop
He wanna fight me 'cause his cousin a thot
How can I sleep, I got beef on my block
How can I sleep, I got beef on my flock
Even at gym, c*ck it and bop
'Cause even at gym you can get dropped, oi
Don't put on a mask you're not that hard, your fam has a holiday house
Was stuck in the trap, sh*t on my shoes now I got a holiday house
We caught that opp, stain on my Visa I can't go holidays now
Said I want love, lied to her face I just wanna plow (Oi)
If you want that beef
I'll call Moe P
He'll come out the flats with 40 Somalis
We did drive bys, no plates on Commies
Now we drive by in Ferraris (Woi-woi, bah)
Sometimes when I get too high, I pause and stare at the sky (Faded)
Feds wanna kick my door but I check that kick Muay Thai
I should've gone Monash and tried be a surgeon, the way that I cut that guy
His body was stuck on a fence but in a thorn bush where they found his eye
Got your wife on the ekky doing the splits on everyone di*ks (ganga)
Digeridoo, pull up on you, the way I be blowing these sticks
Ressie houses, Centrelink babies, we don't play on the pitch
Put your knife in bin if you're rich
Put your knife in the bin if you're rich
[Verse 2: Lil Sknow]
Bre-bre-bre-breaking rocks down to size
Zipped up bag and grub up my thighs
I just want to get funds all night and my bro rocked up with a f*ck off knife
Dumb c*nt got f*cked off right
If you ain't got cash then I’m not that type (Dumb c*nt)
Beug packed, I don’t f*ck with pipes
And my bro got a pump that he brings on rides
Move back or you might get fried cause this sh*t barks off and makes grown men hide
No sir, I don’t know that guy, I got better things to do then to chat with swine
Drunk c*nt got splashed, no wine and the ambos had to revive him twice
I can’t tick no bags of white so this bad blonde b*tch gotta dance all night
Glad bags but no sangas, gangas in the back with my packets
Slangin, bupe is stashed in her jacket rack it
Take the risk and make magic happen
Turn the buds into cactus
Hat tricks now my stacks lookin spastic
Ratchet got the cats doin' backflips
Lapsin, in and out of psychosis
Chokin off the fumes and these potions
Jacks look so confused they don’t know sh*t (What)
These jacks look so confused they don’t know sh*t (So confused)