Judas

One little piggy went into the store with a glock in his pants he was ready to blow Two little piggies was stuck in the trap With a tec and a mac, couldn't lack with no pole Three little piggies was raised by they moms And they knew that she couldn't pay the bills on her own Four little piggies was out on the street Slinging dope getting dome from the neighborhood hoes Full backwoods in the hood's backwoods Where the big bad wolf wore a red tight hood House full of sticks and a house full of bricks And a house full straws where we wish a nigga would Gone huff and puff, when we open the trunk You'll get slumped, leave you stumped, leave a nigga no-good Trapping like DaVinci little engine that could Fanny pack the Fendi, then I'm back to the hood You can't be talking to me You must consult with the glock Tec blow you out of your socks Remember when I touched the rock You need it, we got it in stock That draco, it came with a stock Kick back, niggas karate chopped You slipping, we bring out the mops Guess you can tell I'm midwestern by the way I wet 'em Or how I Ryan Artest but smoother with the lay up My nigga pray up that we never have to up and spray em I know it's crazy how a nigga went from Luke to Vader No one can save ya but the laser turning ops to vapors Another layer of the laymans lying in their lairs I can't be held accountable for niggas unaware Of all the hate and all the plots that make to my ears I can't go out sad like Caesar To the bag I'll beat ya Like a Judas at the table, this the last I'll feed ya So I had to leave him hanging from the sycamore I'm sick of y'all Symbiotic superstitious seminars Send me off Floating down the river styx In ignorance I truly had some hope that I could fully fix the foolishness The root of this is that I'm kinda loco, psycho, crazy, slightly ludacris If niggas wanna try me I might have to make a suit of him I think it's crazy how I'm living off a pseudonym I'm both Dave and Da Vinci, so it's two of him But you ain't met either Like a toddler ima teeth ya Get to whining I'm feed ya Turn you niggas into beavers You'll be like "Damn" when you see him In the presence of a reaper Need a lamb for a feature I've been walking on the line between a poet and preacher You can't be talking to me, you must consult with the glock Tec blow you out of your socks Remember when I touched the rock You need it, we got it in stock That draco, it came with a stock Kick back, niggas karate chopped You slipping, we bring out the mops One slug make you spin like a top Nigga asked what I'd do for a knot Well, nigga I been did a lot There's more than just crock in the pot