| I walked into the church dressed up as an alter boy
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| I seen the preacher, he said, «Little boy, I’ma teach ya»
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| Put his hand up on my shoulder, felt the claw of the beast
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| I never thought it’d be so fuckin easy murderin a priest
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| We went into the confession booth, he took off his clothes
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| And cut some yay right on his bible top and ooted his nose
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| I jammed a butchers knife twelve inches into his gut
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| He looked me right into my eyes while I was yankin' it up
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| Preacher killas!
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| Crooked preacher killas (Stop it!)
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| Crooked preacher killas (I gotta bloody 'em up!)
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| Crooked preacher killas (Stop it!)
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| Crooked preacher killas
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| I walked into the sermon strapped with an iron crowbar
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| I beat a nun into a bloody stew in the trunk of my car
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| How the fuck she got fake titties and a pussy ring? |
| BULLSHIT!
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| She sucked the preacher’s dick in the pulpit
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| I know the goin’s on, I’ve witnessed it while pushin' my mop
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| And blood gushin don’t stop when my hatchet go chop
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| I ain’t no fuckin holy rolla, I’m outta controlla
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| Face painted fuckin preacher killas gone off they yola!
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| Crooked preacher killas (Cola!)
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| Crooked preacher killas (I gotta bloody 'em up!)
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| Crooked preacher killas (Stop it!)
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| Crooked preacher killas
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| We shootin for the preacher, FUCK! |
| I missed and hit the reverend
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| But it doesn’t matter though, they say he’s goin to heaven
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| (And then I shot for the preacher, I blew his ear off!
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| We in the balcony bustin, gone off PCP and Smirnoff)
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| Shot again, I missed and hit somebody in the choir
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| They fell back into the candle rack and caught the place on fire
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| (I shot again, I finally caught the preacher in his dome
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| Then we put our barrells to each other’s heads and took it home!)
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| Crooked preacher killas (Stop it!)
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| Crooked preacher killas (I gotta bloody 'em up!)
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| Crooked preacher killas (Stop it!)
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| Crooked preacher killas (Leave the fuckin kids alone!)
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| Crooked preacher killas (Faggots!)
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| Crooked preacher killas (I gotta bloody 'em up!)
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| Crooked preacher killas (Stop it!)
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| Crooked preacher killas (I gotta bloody 'em up!)
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| Hell is a real place… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song C.P.K.s , by - Insane Clown Posse. Song from the album Forgotten Freshness 4, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп