[** feat. Peter the Disciple, Blackout, Pinhead:]
[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 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
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