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