[Intro]
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[Hook: Pastor Troy]
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I sold my soul to the devil for a small price (Ya)
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I walk through motherfucking hell, screaming thug life (Ya)
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I sold my soul to the devil for a small price (Ya)
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I got them niggas with me that he taught to gang bang (Ya)
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I sold my soul to the devil for a small price (Ya)
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I walk through motherfucking hell, screaming thug life (Ya)
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I sold my soul to the devil for a small price (Ya) [x3]
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[Verse 1: Lil Wyte]
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Yeaaaaaaah
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They don't let me in no church, so I came to you to confess
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I got a thousand thoughts on my mind and about a billion things on my chest
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What do I do? Pastor Troy, do I kill em (Aha)
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Or should I let these snitches off the stage and beat and crack their cerebellum
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Destines where I go to chill to hang around with billionaires
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We coulda fucked dude up really bad and no one would have gave a care
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Ever heard of being dropped off the side of a hundred foot yacht
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In the middle of a school of sharks in the dark
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With 2 slit wrists to a pumping heart?
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I have this on my bucket list to be the one that let you go
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And let you know that you shouldn't have never fucked with this
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Don't you see what's going on Dre found a white boy with some lyrics
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And Paul found one in his own home, it's on
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Better understand I helped build everything you fucking see
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From now on any white rapper that drops has gotta go through me
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Cause it's some phonies they fake, they snitches, they snakes
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And I swear to God when I go to hell, all of their souls I'm gonna take
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Pastor Troy]
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Yeeaaah
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One and one G
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The Pastor Disaster Live from Hell Street
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I'm coming like a murderer
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Don't you know if you heard of the
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Way I bring them choppers out
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What the fuck you talkin' bout
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Pistol in them pussies mouth
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Bet you watch your mouth now
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Put your bullet through them fucking windows at your house now
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Smoking on some gunpowder, drinking gasoline
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I spit diesel, and sweat kerosene
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Mean motherfucker, I think I smiled once
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First time that I ever hit the blunt
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I'm pulling stunts, pulling cables on that paper
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I will rape ya, I'll duck tape ya and I'll take ya
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There will be no one to save ya
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You'll be begging me for favors
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I'll be begging for my papers
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Look at me now I'm the devil
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Please don't take me to that level
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Put the pedal to the medal
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Ain't that motherfucker cold
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It's the Pastor of Disaster and I don't have a soul
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Lil Wyte]
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Ok I'm mic'd in with Tennessee
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Everybody yelling out North Memphis
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17 people, 19 pistols nobody in our line gets frisked
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We go straight to the bar, fuck VIP
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Unless VIPs gotta a bar in it and liquors free for me
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Wyte Music we go hard ho, we go hard ho, or we go home, ho
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And I might just fuck around and say whatever I want when I'm in my zone, ho
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In this business if your white I really hate it for ya
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On this road your unknowingly rolling on I pave it for ya
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Your in now in my way I'm a fully automatic that will fuck around and spray
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One phone call is all it will takes and I'll have G's coming from every way
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You think you hard, you think you out
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I'll put a mothafucking hex on you
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I'm in one of the Mystic Stylez
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You hoes can't even fuck with my lil homies
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Wyte Musics in this bitch and some of you dudes are acting like these hoes on me
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You got a problem with me, partner bring it to me
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Remember 600 and 66 years before I met Paul and Juicy, Ya
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[Hook]
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[Outro: Pastor Troy]
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I walk through motherfucking hell, screaming thug life (Ya)
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And I was asking everybody where the devil hang (Come on)
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Sold My Soul
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| Lil' Wyte |
