Judas

(álbum: Known Zoo - 2017)

Numerous chingings
And he still wants to talk about scores
When he got bored and done no chingings
Skid round there for my OOD (crankers)
And do more fishing (ching)
Call these [?] hooters at night
At side have my jail side sitting
I was Thameside living
Late nights on the phone to my misses
But they couldn't keep me in their system (no way)
Still get cheffed in your wisdom (ching)
Push my 15 then twist it (ching ching)
Pull up with my Bruce
He's tryna slap corn from a distance (clapback)
Get dipped in your head and chest
I don't care if your Muslim or Christian (don't give a toss)
Feeling like Bryson Tiller and Rihanna
I've been getting them wild wild thoughts
Tryna hide a body
Leave em on the floor
Outlined by the chalks (dead up)
Always talking bout cutlery
But I leave the spoon and I had to leave the fork (got my shank)
Team full of messy eaters pouring way too much of that sauce (pouring)

They stopped runnin
They had no teeth
Running in shops no heart you neek
Judas tryna buck double O 3
Blood on the pave
Blood on the street
Knockout already got it in MacDees
Zone 2 sweep John Ruskin Street (opps)
Right now Loosescrew got it
Right now Loosescrew got it
Right now Loosescrew got it
Why the hell do I beef these neeks (why?)

Judas
Still get the bruckback like fuck that let's do this (clapback)
Still got the ting tucked let me rinse it off and leave you toothless
PS no safety and I'm crazy but you knew this (free Bruce)
Trizzla I'm ruthless (Trizzla!)
And I'm like Judas (Judas)
And I'm like Judas (Judas)

With Zone 2 drillers and hitsquad hitters (two)
I'm a Zone 2 stepper Pecknarm baby plug for the largest dippers
Shave man's head no cancer (shanks)
I should call these shanks head clippers
My guys are Aryan racists
We hate them 17 niggas
Man fuck them 17 niggas (for the opps)
Super gassed and super savage
Probably LR that did the damage
No NCS we did the challenge
We didn't even start the man running rammage [?]
Bruce got that pump no flat tyre
Buss that ting like quagmire
She wants my wood for her campfire
March you ain't you're a damn liar

No sentence we got dots (dots)
No janitor we got mops (mops)
I want MAC10s I want Uzis
I swear down I want a lot (want it all)
Kwengface likes to bang a lot
Kick down doors for the prof
My white don he's got charlie, so now we call him Sloth

Man, machine, and them crunch spots
Everyday you hear gun shots
Had grub with no lunchbox it's all fun and games till one drops
Had grub with no lunchbox it's all fun and games till one drops

Judas
Still get the bruckback like fuck that let's do this (clapback)
Still got the ting tucked let me rinse it off and leave you toothless
PS no safety and I'm crazy but you knew this (free Bruce)
Trizzla I'm ruthless (Trizzla!)
And I'm like Judas (Judas)
And I'm like Judas (Judas)