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    [Verse 1: Peter the Disciple]

    I walk in hell, bucking and fighting, scratching and biting
    Throwing bows, showing gold's, and smoking dro's
    Drinking yak in the back, presidential
    Hand in hand with the devil, my team imperial
    We don't hang with that busta they call Miracle
    The First Disciple, 30 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 him, we ready

    [Pastor Troy]
    [I think somebody's bout to die 4x then to background of hook]

    [Hook: 4x]

    You say you want me, but you betta brang yo army
    Dez Georgia Rebels ain't gone let nobody harm me

    [Verse 2: Blackout]

    Killa, disabled, stable, mentally challenged the name 'em
    But yet I manage over God given talents
    Enter near it, cause ravage and repercussions, and damages
    Pimpin' at them, Iceberg slim, seeking 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 jumping, hang gliding, and sliding of ski slopes
    Went from selling busta's dope, over used to be coke
    I can't cope, cut throat, rhymes over dope
    I go fo' broke

    [Verse 3: Pinhead]

    Smoking on that reefer, with the street sweepers
    Suckers I got wiped up can't run from the grand reaper
    Peep a, Miracle 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 grill, hard to kill, like Steven Segal
    Cause when I see him fall, I'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 me, but 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 strong, but watch how I bite
    They takin flight, cause this buster ackin' like my amigo
    Hit 'em seventeen times with that chrome desert eagle
    These my people, in Georgia, ignore ya, I 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 window, hell yeah!, I shot the punk
    The first to dump, the first one that punk scatter
    I'm high I'm drunk, put I'm still labeled that Pastor
    So any bastard, that 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 me, but you betta brang yo army
    Dez Georgia Rebels ain't gone let nobody harm me

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