Judas

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