Judas (feat. Westside Gunn & Conway)

"I gotta change the rear"
 "I said fuck off!"
 Ayo
 Ayo
 Fuck these niggas yo
 Ayo
 Three shots left his stomach out
 Dome-ass nigga, these ain't coming out
 Niggas tying rope around your fam yo
 With shooters so high the nigga won't land yo
 Wrist a hundred grand yo
 All gold stove every wall got a Van Gogh
 Whipped the work, so incredible
 Fiend got the pack bit it open like its edible Lord
 SB skater on a hater
 Phantom on Fairfax, they thought I was a Laker
 Don't get embarrassed by the merits
 Murals of Paris, I ain't never been to Paris
 Murals of Phoenix, I ain't never been to Phoenix
 Tom Ford suits of Bobby "The Brain" Heenan
 Boston crab, the whole slab
 Before I go broke, I'll get the mac and the mask
 Over the baby crib, my nigga where the stash at
 My man killed his family, killed himself and smoked a bad batch
 This margiela on Mad Max
 Purge a bitch, titties look fake plus ass fat
 Niggas doubted, now they pay homage
 New deal with money to send my kids' kids' to college
 Ayo, do the knowledge
 Ayo, peace to Knxwledge
 You niggas garbage
 Fuck y'all niggas yo
 Fenway monster shit for me and my conglomerates
 I heard a lot of niggas spit, but nobody that's dominant
 Nobody that's consistent and that's obvious
 The music speak for itself, and plus I got murals in other continents
 Most of these rap niggas living in they momma's shit
 They pushing forty and broke, the safety on the 40 is broke
 I blic until you lose consciousness
 A high school dropout spitting like I got a doctorate
 Degree, I'm what's popping bitch you opposite to me
 2016 nobody dropping hotter shit than me
 You see I dotted my "i"'s and now I got it to a tee
 My goons love me so much, they wanna body shit for free
 Like, fuck the bag they don't need it
 They just wanna squeeze and leave you deceased, at least a paraplegic
 Hit in my head and walked the 'spital, please believe it
 Like three days later, now they're comparing me to Jesus
 I walked on water, nigga I made the blind see
 Turned water to champagne, twelve shooters behind me
 Those my disciples, all me verses on a God-level, nigga
 You should find those in the bible
 I don't think no rapper can fuck with me
 Nigga feel different, tell him to get in touch with me
 Rap shit, street shit, come and see what's up with me
 Filled with brown sticks just to air out your fuckery