Face Off
Pastor Troy lyrics
Pastor Troy lyrics
"BRANG YO ARMY Lyrics"
Caustic Acrostic Lyrics
Lights out for the cynical sharps For their wide-eyed foils and all attendant props Supporters of flash and pan-fried fucks Who grease like cops throwing round their weight And I feel dangerous and vexed Swinging two ton second guess And every motion just cuts too cruel too cruel And the implication is that you're implicated Like a caustic acrostic spelling out your name
Lights out for the cynical sharps For their wide-eyed foils and all attendant props Supporters of flash and pan-fried fucks Who grease like cops throwing round their weight And I feel dangerous and vexed Swinging two ton second guess And every motion just cuts too cruel too cruel And the implication is that you're implicated Like a caustic acrostic spelling out your name
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,
1, 2, 3, 4 (Sumpin' New) Lyrics
1: 1 2 3 4 Get your woman on the floor Gotta gotta get up to get down Gotta gotta get up to get down What up everybody so glad you're here It's Coolio with the flow back in your ear This ain't a fantastic voyage But I'm still on a mission to see if I can Get your attention Now I want drops some information Just a little additive to you
but you betta brang yo army 1: 1 2 3 4 Get your woman on the floor Gotta gotta get up to get down Gotta gotta get up to get down What up everybody so glad you're here It's Coolio with the flow back in your ear This ain't a fantastic voyage But I'm still on a mission to see if I can Get your attention Now I want drops some information Just a little additive to you
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 sweepe
Song Of Search Lyrics
+ To The Runner + Hold come a day dream Ask a flower to kneel as you pray to the runner Spurn all ye kindle and cradle his sweet pleasure as you just look farther and farther beyond him,
rs + To The Runner + Hold come a day dream Ask a flower to kneel as you pray to the runner Spurn all ye kindle and cradle his sweet pleasure as you just look farther and farther beyond him,
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 pound
On The Verge Lyrics
Looks like snow is gonna fall And I'm just waiting at the station Hey there brother have you got the time To share a cup of radiation Looks like big doggie's on the move Telling the little doggies what to do Hey sister have you heard the news The world's gonna be a better place for me and you Looks
s strong, but watch how I bite Looks like snow is gonna fall And I'm just waiting at the station Hey there brother have you got the time To share a cup of radiation Looks like big doggie's on the move Telling the little doggies what to do Hey sister have you heard the news The world's gonna be a better place for me and you Looks
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