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