Judas
You're a backstabbing, sneaky two-faced crook
I fucking hate you like Dane cook
You're a two-timing midget I know you stole my weed
Don't think you're in the clean I'm comin to do the deed
You're the only fuckin prick I'd go into the cell for
Cause man I wanna kill you with a match and sulfur
Bang!
There goes your bread you stole all my tread put a damn gun to my head
I hope your parents know just how much
Of a creep you were all around us
Like bro I know you a lowkey rapist
And I take that shit more hard than a sadist
I'll peel your skin with my bare ass hands
And wear your face just to murder your dad
You tried to fuck with me and my whole crew
But boy you weaker than Zion's shoe
All you are is talk you don't walk the walk
And I know it's cause you got a small cock
I wasn't gonna name drop cause that's petty
Still it might me feel fetty
All of his hoes are dumpster fires
I said it dumpster fires
Anonymous dis makes me feel bliss
Happy as shit cause you're in the abyss
Oh, and if you want to know what, this sneaky fucks name is then you are in luck
Just go look back at the verse and look for the acronym no curse
Midget
It's about time you shut your hole
This may seem cold try gun control
I should be dead a gun to my head
One slip and I'm full of lead
I'd seriously act if all hell broke loose
But livin with you is like tying the noose
Sipping Grey Goose to bear living with you
Sipping Grey Goose to forget about you
First you have Jekyll and then you get Hyde
Damn bro can you fuckin make up your mind
Does your girlfriend know you're an abusive prick
Who prays upon women it makes me sick
You like Bill Cosby
Funny-looking and a rapist
The grave you dug, you can't escape it
But the thing that makes me most mad of all
How you stole my weed and made it Futchi's fault
Judas
Judas
Judas
Judas
Judas
I fucking hate you like Dane cook
You're a two-timing midget I know you stole my weed
Don't think you're in the clean I'm comin to do the deed
You're the only fuckin prick I'd go into the cell for
Cause man I wanna kill you with a match and sulfur
Bang!
There goes your bread you stole all my tread put a damn gun to my head
I hope your parents know just how much
Of a creep you were all around us
Like bro I know you a lowkey rapist
And I take that shit more hard than a sadist
I'll peel your skin with my bare ass hands
And wear your face just to murder your dad
You tried to fuck with me and my whole crew
But boy you weaker than Zion's shoe
All you are is talk you don't walk the walk
And I know it's cause you got a small cock
I wasn't gonna name drop cause that's petty
Still it might me feel fetty
All of his hoes are dumpster fires
I said it dumpster fires
Anonymous dis makes me feel bliss
Happy as shit cause you're in the abyss
Oh, and if you want to know what, this sneaky fucks name is then you are in luck
Just go look back at the verse and look for the acronym no curse
Midget
It's about time you shut your hole
This may seem cold try gun control
I should be dead a gun to my head
One slip and I'm full of lead
I'd seriously act if all hell broke loose
But livin with you is like tying the noose
Sipping Grey Goose to bear living with you
Sipping Grey Goose to forget about you
First you have Jekyll and then you get Hyde
Damn bro can you fuckin make up your mind
Does your girlfriend know you're an abusive prick
Who prays upon women it makes me sick
You like Bill Cosby
Funny-looking and a rapist
The grave you dug, you can't escape it
But the thing that makes me most mad of all
How you stole my weed and made it Futchi's fault
Judas
Judas
Judas
Judas
Judas
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