Insane Clown Posse - 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 teacherput his hand up on my shoulder felt the claw of the beasti never thought it'd be so *****in' easy, killin a priestwe went into the confession booth, he took off his clothesand cut some yay right on his bible top and ooted his nosei jammed a butcher's knife, 12 inches into his guthe 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 KILLASi walked into the semon, strapped with an iron crowbari beat a nun into a bloody stew in the trunck of my carhow the ***** she got fake titties and a ***** 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 chopi aint a *****in holy rolla, im outta controlla face painted,*****in' 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 KILLASwe shootin' for the preacha, *****, i missed and hit the reverend but it doesnt matter though they say he's going to heavenand then i shot for the preacha, i blew his ear off we in the balcony bustin' gone of PCP and Smirnoffi shot again, missed and hit somebody in the choir they fell back into the candle rack and caught the place on firei shot again, i finally caught the preacher in his dome then we put our barrels to eachother's heads and took it homeCROOKED PREACHA KILLAS Stop it!CROOKED PREACHA KILLAS I gotta bloody 'em up!CROOKED PREACHA KILLAS Stop it!CROOKED PREACHA KILLAS Leave the *****in 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!
