Verse 1: peter the disciple

I walk in hellbucking and fightingscratching and biting
Throwing bowsshowing gold'sand smoking dro's
Drinking yak in the backpresidential
Hand in hand with the devilmy team imperial
We don't hang with that busta they call miracle
The first disciple30 shots from the rifle
Grab his soul like a reaper
A.k.a. better known as lil' peter
Light 'em up with the powder
Best believe I'm a rider
The pastor said sic him and whoever else with 'em
And watch me and my boys go and flip himwe ready

(pastor troy)
I think somebody's bout to die (4x then to background of hook)

Hook: 4x

You say you want mebut you betta brang yo army
Dez georgia rebels ain't gone let nobody harm me

Verse 2: blackout

Killadisabledstablementally challenged the name 'em
But yet I manage over God given talents
Enter near itcause ravage and repercussionsand damages
Pimpin' at themiceberg slimseeking titanic
Creeping steady slow
Bobin' and weavin' we broke a do'
Complication rules the nation so I roll while I smoke
This one goes out to my folk
This one they caught in they smoke
Bungey jumpinghang glidingand sliding of ski slopes
Went from selling busta's dopeover used to be coke
I can't copecut throatrhymes over dope
I go fo' broke

Verse 3: pinhead

Smoking on that reeferwith the street sweepers
Suckers I got wiped up can't run from the grand reaper
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Peep amiracle game so lame that you can't show
You tried to steal a track from the pastor and got caught
I brought my freaking folks
My folks that keep it real
We drinking on that brandi and we handy with the steel
Better guard yo grillhard to killlike steven segal
Cause when I see him falli'ma shatter his brains against the wall

(pastor troy)

I think somebody's bout to die 4x then to background of hook

Hook: 4x

You say you want mebut you betta brang yo army
Dez georgia rebels ain't gone let nobody harm me

Verse 4: pastor troy

Okay they got me last and I'm mad
And I'm ready to fight
One hundred eighty pounds strongbut watch how I bite
They takin flightcause this buster ackin' like my amigo
Hit 'em seventeen times with that chrome desert eagle
These my peoplein georgiaignore yaI can't
Get dumped off in miami riding on candy paint
Now would you believe I got a body in my trunk?
I'm crunk out the windowhell yeah!I shot the punk
The first to dumpthe first one that punk scatter
I'm high I'm drunkput I'm still labeled that pastor
So any bastardthat got plans to harm me
You best of be ready cause I got a army

(pastor troy)

I think somebody's bout to die 4x then to background of hook

Hook till end

You say you want mebut you betta brang yo army
Dez georgia rebels ain't gone let nobody harm me

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