Judas - R-MEAN

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