C.P.K.'s Lyrics

Preacher: "Go ye unto all the world and preach my gospel un...to every creator. Go ye unto the world and preach my gospel."

I walked into the church dressed up as an altar boy
I seen a preacher, he said, little boy, I'ma teach ya!
Put his hand up 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
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 in my eyes as I was yankin' it up!
Preacher killa!

Crooked preacher killas!
Stop it!
Crooked preacher killas!
I gotta bloody em' up
Crooked preacher killas!
Stop it!
Crooked preacher killas!

I walked into the sermon strapped with an iron crowbar
I beat a nun into a bloody stew in the trunk of my car
How the fuck she got fake titties and a pussy ring?
Bullshit! she sucked the preacher's dick in the pulput
I know the goin's-on, I've witnessed it when pushin' my mop
And blood gushin' don't stop when my hatchet go chop!
I ain't no fuckin' holy rolla, I'm outta controlla
Face painted, fuckin' preacher killas gone of that yola!

Crooked preacher killas!
Cola!
Crooked preacher killas!
I gotta bloody em' up
Crooked preacher killas!
Stop it!
Crooked preacher killas!

We shootin' for the preacher, fuck! I missed and hit the reverend,
but it doesn't matter though they say he's going to heaven.

And then I shot for the preacher, I blew his ear off
We in the balcony bustin', gone of PCP and Smirnoff

Shot again, I 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
We put the barrells to each other's heads and took it home!

Crooked preacher killas!
Stop it!
Crooked preacher killas!
I gotta bloody em' up
Crooked preacher killas!
Stop it!
Crooked preacher killas!
Leave the fuckin' kids alone
Crooked preacher killas!
Faggots!
Crooked preacher killas!
I gotta bloody em' up
Crooked preacher killas!
Stop it!
Crooked preacher killas!
I gotta bloody em' up!

Hell is a real place! (DJ scratching it all up) x4