[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
Shit 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
Shit guys

[Verse 1 - Dabbla]

There's no rest for the wicked, I'm resisting arrest
And when it comes to this shit, 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
Shit 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 bitch 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
Shit load of sick flows, spit those
And you know how this shit 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