C.P.K.'s lyrics
i walked into the church dressd up as an alter boy i seen a precher,he said little boy i'm a teacher
put his hand up on my shoulder felt the claw of the beast i never thought it'd be so fuckin' easy, killin a priest we went into the confession booth, he took off his clothes and cut some yay right on his bible top and ooted his nose i jammed a butcher's knife, 12 inches into his gut he looked me right in the eyes while i was yanking it up, preacha killas! CROOKED PREACHA KILLAS Stop it! CROOKED PREACHA KILLAS I gotta bloody 'em up! CROOKED PREACHA KILLAS Stop it! CROOKED PREACHA KILLAS i walked into the semon, strapped with an iron crowbar i beat a nun into a bloody stew in the trunck of my car how the fuck she got fake titties and a pussy ring? Bullshit! she sucked the preacher dick in the pulpit i know the going's-on, i've witnessed it while pushing my mop, and blood gushing dont step when my hatchet go chop i aint a fuckin holy rolla, im outta controlla face painted, fuckin' preacha killas gone off that ca-yola... CROOKED PREACHA KILLAS Stop it! CROOKED PREACHA KILLAS I gotta bloody 'em up! CROOKED PREACHA KILLAS Stop it! CROOKED PREACHA KILLAS we shootin' for the preacha, fuck, i missed and hit the reverend but it doesnt matter though they say he's going to heaven and then i shot for the preacha, i blew his ear off we in the balcony bustin' gone of PCP and Smirnoff i shot again, missed and hit somebody in the choir they fell back into the candle rack and caught the place on fire i shot again, i finally caught the preacher in his dome then we put our barrels to eachother's heads and took it home CROOKED PREACHA KILLAS Stop it! CROOKED PREACHA KILLAS I gotta bloody 'em up! CROOKED PREACHA KILLAS Stop it! CROOKED PREACHA KILLAS Leave the fuckin kids alone! CROOKED PREACHA KILLAS Faggots! CROOKED PREACHA KILLAS I gotta bloody 'em up! CROOKED PREACHA KILLAS Stop it! CROOKED PREACHA KILLAS I gotta bloody 'em up!
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