You hoes can't even fuck with my lil homies One phone call is all it will takes and I'll have G's coming from every way Your in now in my way I'm a fully automatic that will fuck around and spray On this road your unknowingly rolling on I pave it for ya In this business if your white I really hate it for ya Wyte Music we go hard ho, we go hard ho, or we go home, hoĪnd I might just fuck around and say whatever I want when I'm in my zone, ho Unless VIPs gotta a bar in it and liquors free for me It's the Pastor of Disaster and I don't have a soulġ7 people, 19 pistols nobody in our line gets frisked I will rape ya, I'll duck tape ya and I'll take ya I'm pulling stunts, pulling cables on that paper Smoking on some gunpowder, drinking gasoline Put your bullet through them fucking windows at your house now
The Pastor Disaster Live from Hell Street I have this on my bucket list to be the one that let you goĪnd let you know that you shouldn't have never fucked with thisĭon't you see what's going on Dre found a white boy with some lyricsĪnd Paul found one in his own home, it's onīetter understand I helped build everything you fucking seeįrom now on any white rapper that drops has gotta go through meĬause it's some phonies they fake, they snitches, they snakesĪnd I swear to God when I go to hell, all of their souls I'm gonna take In the middle of a school of sharks in the dark We coulda fucked dude up really bad and no one would have gave a careĮver heard of being dropped off the side of a hundred foot yacht Or should I let these snitches off the stage and beat and crack their cerebellumĭestines where I go to chill to hang around with billionaires What do I do? Pastor Troy, do I kill em (Aha) I got a thousand thoughts on my mind and about a billion things on my chest They don't let me in no church, so I came to you to confess I sold my soul to the devil for a small price (Ya) I got them niggas with me that he taught to gang bang (Ya) I walk through motherfucking hell, screaming thug life (Ya)
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