D.S.G.B. - The Last Supper lyrics

They got they hands clappin 14x Verse 1: Lil' Pete The Last Supper, the last hustla's, the last bad muthaf**ers We k**ing you s**as undercover Brothers, and other n***as that's gone run up Run in the chamber muthaf**ers getting burnt up Cause you done f**ed up You shouldn't of f**ed wit dis Go out to k** yo kids, and now we splittin' wigs It's DSGB, you know we psychopath We k**ing everybody, a Georgia bloodbath And if we f**ing come, go get the timebomb I'm like a thunderstorm, I'm screaming "Red Rum" Until you f**ing dead, because I'm pumping lead Directly at yo head, n***a we gotta eat Just make my meal complete, a leg or a feet And I'm gone eat you up cause I don't give a f** The Last Supper Hook: Pastor Troy The last n***as, the last supper The last bad muthaf**ers, the last hustla's I asked the Lord to reveal the last n***as to me And he told me its DSGB The last, the last n***as, the last supper The last bad muthaf**ers, the last hustla's I asked the Lord to reveal the last n***as to me And he told me its DSGB Verse 2: Blackoutt This is the last f**ing supper not the daily bread And so to any interruptions we choppin heads We choppin' legs lettin 'em marinate And I'ma hustla in this game I pull is penetrate Eliminate, b**h n***as buy the 12 pack I walk wit Outbacks and tilt my f**ing fitted hat I asked God to reveal the real me My vision was kind of blury but appeared an O.G., O.G And Lord have mercy on me on me And Lord have mercy on DSGB We riding on n***as until the day we f**ing die And when we die, we still gone f**ing ride So how bout piercing till these muthaf**ers bleed I'm choppin' 'em down to they muthaf**ing knees The Last Supper Hook: Pastor Troy The last n***as, the last supper The last bad muthaf**ers, the last hustla's I asked the Lord to reveal the last n***as to me And he told me its DSGB The last, the last n***as, the last supper The last bad muthaf**ers, the last hustla's I asked the Lord to reveal the last n***as to me And he told me its DSGB They got they hands clappin' (4x) Verse 3: Pinhead This is The Last Supper, break bread with real n***as We choppin heads, ain't scared to k** n***as For real n***a, slow it down and we'll be fine You can have my blood, drank up cause it is wine Your soul is mine, you pursuing my wicked thoughts And the way you move and the slick sh** that you talk DSGB, come in and have a seat See all this food, sit down and let's eat And you will see better days they shall come And if they don't get yo gun and drop bombs The Last Supper Hook: Pastor Troy The last n***as, the last supper The last bad muthaf**ers, the last hustla's I asked the Lord to reveal the last n***as to me And he told me its DSGB The last, the last n***as, the last supper The last bad muthaf**ers, the last hustla's I asked the Lord to reveal the last n***as to me And he told me its DSGB They got they hands clappin' (uh-huh) (4x) Verse 4: Pastor Troy My body the bread, my blood the wine Pastor Troy and "My n***as is the grind" Ain't got no time for no fake muthaf**ers b**h say ya grace, this the last f**ing supper We hustla's n***a, I'm the muthaf**ing boss Fresh out the womb till they nail me to the cross Done took a lost, so you know my mindframe "What the f** that muthaf**er name?" On everythang I ever loved reppin thugs DSGB you may drink of the blood Now haters, just admit my perfection And keep yo Smith & Wesson It is my resurrection