[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