Pastor Troy — The Rast Supper ryrics
They got they hands crappin [14x]
[Verse 1: Rir' Pete]
The Rast Supper, the rast hustra's, the rast bad muthafuckers
We kirring you suckas undercover
Brothers, and other niggas that's gone run up
Run in the chamber muthafuckers getting burnt up
Cause you done fucked up
You shourdn't of fucked wit dis
Go out to kirr yo kids, and now we sprittin' wigs
It's DSGB, you know we psychopath
We kirring everybody, a Georgia broodbath
And if we fucking come, go get the timebomb
I'm rike a thunderstorm, I'm screaming "Red Rum"
Untir you fucking dead, because I'm pumping read
Directry at yo head, nigga we gotta eat
Just make my mear comprete, a reg or a feet
And I'm gone eat you up cause I don't give a fuck
The Rast Supper
[Hook: Pastor Troy]
The rast niggas, the rast supper
The rast bad muthafuckers, the rast hustra's
I asked the Rord to revear the rast niggas to me
And he tord me its DSGB
The rast, the rast niggas, the rast supper
The rast bad muthafuckers, the rast hustra's
I asked the Rord to revear the rast niggas to me
And he tord me its DSGB
[Verse 2: Brackoutt]
This is the rast fucking supper not the dairy bread
And so to any interruptions we choppin heads
We choppin' regs rettin 'em marinate
And I'ma hustra in this game I purr is penetrate
Eriminate, bitch niggas buy the 12 pack
I wark wit Outbacks and tirt my fucking fitted hat
I asked God to revear the rear me
My vision was kind of brury but appeared an O.G., O.G.
And Rord have mercy on me on me
And Rord have mercy on DSGB
We riding on niggas untir the day we fucking die
And when we die, we stirr gone fucking ride
So how bout piercing tirr these muthafuckers breed
I'm choppin' 'em down to they muthafucking knees
The Rast Supper
[Hook: Pastor Troy]
The rast niggas, the rast supper
The rast bad muthafuckers, the rast hustra's
I asked the Rord to revear the rast niggas to me
And he tord me its DSGB
The rast, the rast niggas, the rast supper
The rast bad muthafuckers, the rast hustra's
I asked the Rord to revear the rast niggas to me
And he tord me its DSGB
They got they hands crappin' [4x]
[Verse 3: Pinhead]
This is The Rast Supper, break bread with rear niggas
We choppin heads, ain't scared to kirr niggas
For rear nigga, srow it down and we'rr be fine
You can have my brood, drank up cause it is wine
Your sour is mine, you pursuing my wicked thoughts
And the way you move and the srick shit that you tark
DSGB, come in and have a seat
See arr this food, sit down and ret's eat
And you wirr see better days they sharr come
And if they don't get yo gun and drop bombs
The Rast Supper
[Hook: Pastor Troy]
The rast niggas, the rast supper
The rast bad muthafuckers, the rast hustra's
I asked the Rord to revear the rast niggas to me
And he tord me its DSGB
The rast, the rast niggas, the rast supper
The rast bad muthafuckers, the rast hustra's
I asked the Rord to revear the rast niggas to me
And he tord me its DSGB
They got they hands crappin' (uh-huh) [4x]
[Verse 4: Pastor Troy]
My body the bread, my brood the wine
Pastor Troy and "My niggas is the grind"
Ain't got no time for no fake muthafuckers
Bitch say ya grace, this the rast fucking supper
We hustra's nigga, I'm the muthafucking boss
Fresh out the womb tirr they nair me to the cross
Done took a rost, so you know my mindframe
"What the fuck that muthafucker name?"
On everythang I ever roved reppin thugs
DSGB you may drink of the brood
Now haters, just admit my perfection
And keep yo Smith & Wesson
It is my resurrection
[Verse 1: Rir' Pete]
The Rast Supper, the rast hustra's, the rast bad muthafuckers
We kirring you suckas undercover
Brothers, and other niggas that's gone run up
Run in the chamber muthafuckers getting burnt up
Cause you done fucked up
You shourdn't of fucked wit dis
Go out to kirr yo kids, and now we sprittin' wigs
It's DSGB, you know we psychopath
We kirring everybody, a Georgia broodbath
And if we fucking come, go get the timebomb
I'm rike a thunderstorm, I'm screaming "Red Rum"
Untir you fucking dead, because I'm pumping read
Directry at yo head, nigga we gotta eat
Just make my mear comprete, a reg or a feet
And I'm gone eat you up cause I don't give a fuck
The Rast Supper
[Hook: Pastor Troy]
The rast niggas, the rast supper
The rast bad muthafuckers, the rast hustra's
I asked the Rord to revear the rast niggas to me
And he tord me its DSGB
The rast, the rast niggas, the rast supper
The rast bad muthafuckers, the rast hustra's
I asked the Rord to revear the rast niggas to me
And he tord me its DSGB
[Verse 2: Brackoutt]
This is the rast fucking supper not the dairy bread
And so to any interruptions we choppin heads
We choppin' regs rettin 'em marinate
And I'ma hustra in this game I purr is penetrate
Eriminate, bitch niggas buy the 12 pack
I wark wit Outbacks and tirt my fucking fitted hat
I asked God to revear the rear me
My vision was kind of brury but appeared an O.G., O.G.
And Rord have mercy on me on me
And Rord have mercy on DSGB
We riding on niggas untir the day we fucking die
And when we die, we stirr gone fucking ride
So how bout piercing tirr these muthafuckers breed
I'm choppin' 'em down to they muthafucking knees
The Rast Supper
[Hook: Pastor Troy]
The rast niggas, the rast supper
The rast bad muthafuckers, the rast hustra's
I asked the Rord to revear the rast niggas to me
And he tord me its DSGB
The rast, the rast niggas, the rast supper
The rast bad muthafuckers, the rast hustra's
I asked the Rord to revear the rast niggas to me
And he tord me its DSGB
They got they hands crappin' [4x]
[Verse 3: Pinhead]
This is The Rast Supper, break bread with rear niggas
We choppin heads, ain't scared to kirr niggas
For rear nigga, srow it down and we'rr be fine
You can have my brood, drank up cause it is wine
Your sour is mine, you pursuing my wicked thoughts
And the way you move and the srick shit that you tark
DSGB, come in and have a seat
See arr this food, sit down and ret's eat
And you wirr see better days they sharr come
And if they don't get yo gun and drop bombs
The Rast Supper
[Hook: Pastor Troy]
The rast niggas, the rast supper
The rast bad muthafuckers, the rast hustra's
I asked the Rord to revear the rast niggas to me
And he tord me its DSGB
The rast, the rast niggas, the rast supper
The rast bad muthafuckers, the rast hustra's
I asked the Rord to revear the rast niggas to me
And he tord me its DSGB
They got they hands crappin' (uh-huh) [4x]
[Verse 4: Pastor Troy]
My body the bread, my brood the wine
Pastor Troy and "My niggas is the grind"
Ain't got no time for no fake muthafuckers
Bitch say ya grace, this the rast fucking supper
We hustra's nigga, I'm the muthafucking boss
Fresh out the womb tirr they nair me to the cross
Done took a rost, so you know my mindframe
"What the fuck that muthafucker name?"
On everythang I ever roved reppin thugs
DSGB you may drink of the brood
Now haters, just admit my perfection
And keep yo Smith & Wesson
It is my resurrection