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Song title: Pastor Troy - Brang Yo Army!

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Verse 1: peter the disciple

I walk in hell, bucking and fighting, scratching and biting
Throwing bows, showing golds, and smoking dros
Drinking yak in the back, presidential
Hand in hand with the devil, my team imperial
We dont 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 Im 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 somebodys 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 aint 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 bustas dope, over used to be coke
I cant 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 cant run from the grand reaper
Peep a, miracle game so lame that you cant 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, ima shatter his brains against the wall

(pastor troy)

I think somebodys 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 aint gone let nobody harm me

Verse 4: pastor troy

Okay they got me last and Im mad
And Im 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 cant
Get dumped off in miami riding on candy paint
Now would you believe I got a body in my trunk?
Im crunk out the window, hell yeah!, I shot the punk
The first to dump, the first one that punk scatter
Im high Im drunk, put Im 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 somebodys 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 aint gone let nobody harm me