[Intro]
Keepin' lies you leave your home
All you’ll hear is screams and moans
As they did down to the bone

[Verse 1: Mr 8 Legz, Whipstick]
(Yo!) It's the annual purge, it's finally returned (Yeah)
The day we get to see humanity at its worst
Last year was hideous, mad weird, insidious (Ha ha)
Can you please stop booking us on this day, you idiot?
Ha ha, fucked up, Legz, we tripled our rates
We get to sell exclusive merch like commemorative plates
Man, fuck it, though, been paid, call us a cab
Off to this garbage birthday for this fuckboy Chad
At least the DJ’s dope, bro. Hell yеah, that's Q Strange
He's the illеst in the underground, know what I'm saying?
Back in the days he used to serve the party punch in the face
Put the ad on the back page and just sat there and prayed
Oh by the way, glad I'll be there, but you weak bitch, ever since
You made that decision without me, PayPal's in the negative
Why don't you shut the fuck up? I think it's money well spent
He’s got our backs on the purge [at an all paid effect?], pussy

[Chorus: Mr 8 Legz, Whipstick]
[?] you leave your home (Purge party, purge party)
All you’ll hear is screams and moans (Purge party, purge party)
As they did down to the bone (Purge party, purge party)
What you gotta do, what you gotta do survivin' the purge
[?] you leave your home (Purge party, purge party)
All you’ll hear is screams and moans (Purge party, purge party)
As they did down to the bone (Purge party, purge party)
What you gotta do, what you gotta do survivin' the purge
[Verse 2: Whipstick, Mr 8 Legz]
The opener sucked, that ain't even worth my breath
Time to holler at Chad's mom, maybe hurt her neck
Shove a phallic object down her gullet after Percocets
Yo Q barbecue torch scorch your neck
Man, fuck the show, I’m over here hollerin' at the sister
Like [?] smack your kisser with cock right in front of mister
Chad's dad's just a bitch, yo you heard it here first
That ain't no Indiana satchel, he's a drag with a purse
Just peep the skirt! Statement set it off, chaos ensued
Holy shit, leave it to Whip to shift the whole mood (That's me)
Look at Q manhandlin' [?] here we are standin' [?]
[?] across the party [?] stabbin' random victims
(Look!) There's the butler, he's got the keys, sock him up
Q Strange's the DJ, spin and pay, turn him up
Fuck, now we're cornered, it's over, 'bout to get ripped apart
As soon as they start inchin' forward, I can hear an engine start

[Chorus: Mr 8 Legz, Whipstick]
[?] you leave your home (Purge party, purge party)
All you'll hear is screams and moans (Purge party, purge party)
As they did down to the bone (Purge party, purge party)
What you gotta do, what you gotta do survivin' the purge
[?] you leave your home (Purge party, purge party)
All you'll hear is screams and moans (Purge party, purge party)
As they did down to the bone (Purge party, purge party)
What you gotta do, what you gotta do survivin' the purge
[Verse 3: Q Strange]
Seein' all the chaos from the DJ booth (Whoa, what the fuck?)
Run and link up with those cool lucha libre dudes
(Yo what up, homies?)
8 Legz and Whipstick off the table with a kick flip (Pow)
Gonna school these rich dicks on a [stick shift?]
I went and slammed Chad's dad through the back door
Swung at Chad 'cause the fag got a glass jaw
But someone grabbed me from behind, so I flipped him
Not about to be another purge victim
Grabbed the sword that was hangin' on the wall
And I stuck it in his gut, then I chopped off his balls
All this goin' down on a lovely day
8 Legz beat a lady with a buffet tray
Hey yo Whip look out, (What?) here's a preppy comin' at you
(Oh shit) So I smashed him in the back with a statue
Gonna show 'em about our horrorcore culture (Show 'em)
Then I beat 'em with a swan ice sculpture (Beat 'em)
Blood and guts splattered all over the marble (Splat splat)
Hit a bitch with a champagne bottle (Smash)
Follow me, we could hide in the pool house (Let's hide)
Stay here 'til the purge starts to cool down
But the butler, he was hidin' inside
Told him, "You could help us out or you could stay here and die"
And he cried like a bitch, I said, "Dude, man up" (Come on)
You know the code that we needed so come on, stand up
(Get the fuck up) You gotta unlock the gate, or we'll never escape
He kept cryin', so we beat him half to death with a rake
Big mistake, now we'll never get out, they will find us
Turned around, and the crowd was behind us (Aw shit)
Found a riding lawnmower, and we cut 'em down
Then hit a party, and we motherfuckin' shut it down
The sun rises, and there's no more crime
Fuck Chad, but I still had a super fun time
[Outro: Whipstick, Mr 8 Legz]
*Laughing*
[?] fuckin' everywhere
Fuck, dude, such a mess
Oh my God
Look at this fucking mess, dude
Look at it!
Are you gonna book us again next year
Yeah, because they wanted it!