C.P.K.'s Lyrics

I walked into the church dressed up as an altar boy i seen a preacher, he said little boy imma
Teacher, put his hand on my shoulder felt the claw of the beast, i never thought it'd be so
Fuckin easy murdering a priest, we went into the confession booth, he took off his clothes& cut
Some yay right on his bible top & ooted his nose, i jammed a butcher knife 12 inches into his
Gut, he looked me right in the eyes while i was yankin it up, preacha killas!

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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 sermon, strapped with a iron crowbar, i beat a nun into a bloody stew in the
Trunk of my car, how the fuck she got fake titties & a pussy ring? bullshit! she sucked the
Preachers dick in the pulpit, i know the goings-on, ive witnessed it while pushing my mop & blood
Gushing when my hatchet go chop, i aint a fuckin holy rolla, im outta controlla, face painted,
Fuckin preacha killas gone off that yola...cola

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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 & hit the reverend, but it doesnt matter though, they
Say hes goin to heaven, & then i shot for the preacher, i blew his ear off, we in the balcony
Bustin, gone of pcp & smirnoff, i shot again, missed & hit somebody in the choir, they fell back
Into the candle rack & caught the place on fire, i shot again, i finally caught the preacherin
His dome, then we put our barrels to each others heads & took it home

[chorus]

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!)