Dave from Work - Judas Lyrics

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