Pierre Green - No Rest For The Wicked lyrics

[Hook - Dabbla] There's no rest for the wicked, nar bro there's no rest for the wicked You shouldn't know there's no rest for the wicked He shouldn't know there's no rest for the wicked sh** guys There's no rest for the wicked, nar bro there's no rest for the wicked You didn't know there's no rest for the wicked He didn't know there's no rest for the wicked sh** guys [Verse 1 - Dabbla] There's no rest for the wicked, I'm resisting arrest And when it comes to this sh**, I'm as sick as it gets Marks out of ten, I will spit on the test Incredible like Bruce Banner when he's ripping his vest sh** on the best, flip on the rest I'm stickier than cigarette tar that sits on your chest Slicker than the highest card that sits on the deck I'm die hard, smart enough to smack you with the hardest tool in the shed It's all in your head, that's why I weren't crawling to bed Cause your the type of b**h to call on feds I crawl on my heads, who talk dreads start extorting your bread And grab the bull by the horns and put you all in the red So instead just admit you bite pillow Before I isolate you like hash from white widow One bright kilo, rougher than the wire from a brilo with a shell harder than an armadillo Sicko, if you feel the hunger blood ditto I speak mixed emotions to keep you on your tip toes sh** load of sick flows, spit those And you know how this sh** goes, keep it coming London Zoo come through and kick you in your stomach You be choking on your own vomit, blood I'm on it Watch your spectacles, your testicles and wallet I snatch the mic and rip your whole arm out the socket [Hook - Dabbla] There's no rest for the wicked, nar bro there's no rest for the wicked You shouldn't know there's no rest for the wicked He shouldn't know there's no rest for the wicked sh** guys There's no rest for the wicked, nar bro there's no rest for the wicked You didn't know there's no rest for the wicked He didn't know there's no rest for the wicked sh** guys [Verse 2 - Dubbledge] This was your only chance to get your point across What you talk about the j**els you floss The pretty price that looks hot with ice The pretty sh** is nice, so my advise if you got it flaunt it But if you're walking that means you can't afford it Soon as this gets recorded, guarantee it's gonna get exported Shift like asylum speakers getting deported I ain't morbid I spit heaven on earth Star reported to be bigger than the tenth planets orbit My bird could have aborted, amount of times I could have died I must have been escorted Guardian angels stopped me switching like channels on cable Cane on Able, I bring your talk down to earth, tower of bagle Merk any turntable, playing records from designer labels Knowing full well this sh** will burn they stable And I ain't capable of talking and sh** I'm simply capable of playing with your head like tits