Judas

Lyrics

Hook (Jason French): Cuz you the type of fake ass nigga that'll choose cheap pussy over loyalty Damn you a Judas My nigga, you a Judas But Ima let you live with that burden cuz its punishment enough for ya knowing you a muthafucking Judas Yeah, you a Judas Verse 1 (R-Mean): I wonder how does it feel tho When u know that deep inside you not a man - u should kneel No matter who think u real tho That mirror is a muthafucka - no one can help yo U keep runnin and runnin can't run away from ur self tho Homie ya we can tell bro Im glad i got to know you - unbelievable When someone shows u who the fuck they are u best believe em bro Ur mama didn't raise u right - u was born with a pussy dawg Won't dare to look me in the eyes , where the fuck is u lookin dawg U shook of God Cuz Lord knows - you feel sick now I know u feelin lonely, its real dark where u live now But i dont feel a bit of fuckin pity for your bitch made - be-trayin' punk ass Cuz we both know that u a Judas Verse 2 (R-Mean): Now we all make mistakes too Im about that forgiveness But some shit u just dont do - as a man , u dont get this Which explains u not the type of cat Im tryna give daps with Cut u off with the same knife u stabbed me in the back with My changes is drastic Cuz Now u wanna front like u was all passion In reality u faker than your bitch's orgasm Type of dude can't even satisfy his bitch dawg I satisfy this mic every time i spits dawg Im with God Cuz Lord knows, that we lit now I feel so liberated, all smiles where I live now And i dont feel a bit of fuckin pity for your bitch made - be-trayin' punk ass Cuz we both know that u a Judas Verse 3 (R-Mean): I said it's punishment enough for me knowing that fuckery you're doing is cutting deep Every morning you're waking up to be a disappointment It sucks to be you cuz Knowing you're Judas Lowest of humans No don't you confuse us You and your daddy , both of you losers Your mama ain't raise a man, she wasn't competent Your child'll probably grow up hoping his father's genetics wasn't dominant Catching a glimpse of you in his reflection what he never wants Catching you crossing the intersection and you getting stomped Because you the type to swear on God's name with hella lies The type to talk tough but confront him he's petrified Man I don't need bullets for you, I need insecticides (fucking cockroach) And ain't shit you can do to rectify except just die Pool of holy water, deep as shit Dawg, I hope you drown, your breathing quits Cuz you can eat a dick And that's gonna be your last meal Feel the brutal whipping like a wounded Christian homie, welcome to your crucifixion