C.P.K.'s (Explicit) - Insane Clown Posse
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 f**kin＇ 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 f**k she got fake titties and a p**sy 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 f**kin holy rolla im outta controlla face painted
F**kin＇ 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 f**k
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 f**kin 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
[00:00.00]C.P.K.'s (Explicit) - Insane Clown Posse
[00:15.20]I walked into the church dressd up as an alter boy i seen a precher
[00:19.38]He said little boy i＇m a teacher
[00:21.69]Put his hand up on my shoulder felt the claw of the beast
[00:24.56]I never thought it＇d be so f**kin＇ easy killin a priest
[00:27.73]We went into the confession booth he took off his clothes
[00:30.42]And cut some yay right on his bible top and ooted his nose
[00:33.55]I jammed a butcher＇s knife 12 inches into his gut
[00:36.29]He looked me right in the eyes while i was yanking it up preacha killas
[00:40.29]CROOKED PREACHA KILLAS Stop it
[00:43.09]CROOKED PREACHA KILLAS I gotta bloody ＇em up
[00:46.33]CROOKED PREACHA KILLAS Stop it
[00:48.89]CROOKED PREACHA KILLAS
[00:51.14]I walked into the semon strapped with an iron crowbar
[00:54.37]I beat a nun into a bloody stew in the trunck of my car
[00:57.49]How the f**k she got fake titties and a p**sy ring Bullshit
[01:00.42]She sucked the preacher dick in the pulpit i know the going＇s-on
[01:04.41]I＇ve witnessed it while pushing my mop
[01:06.60]And blood gushing dont step when my hatchet go chop
[01:09.22]I aint a f**kin holy rolla im outta controlla face painted
[01:12.41]F**kin＇ preacha killas gone off that ca-yola
[01:16.01]CROOKED PREACHA KILLAS Stop it
[01:18.95]CROOKED PREACHA KILLAS I gotta bloody ＇em up
[01:22.01]CROOKED PREACHA KILLAS Stop it
[01:24.75]CROOKED PREACHA KILLAS
[01:27.19]We shootin＇ for the preacha f**k
[01:28.88]i missed and hit the reverend
[01:30.50]But it doesnt matter though they say he＇s going to heaven
[01:33.18]And then i shot for the preacha
[01:35.05]I blew his ear off we in the balcony bustin＇ gone of PCP and Smirnoff
[01:39.60]I shot again missed and
[01:41.23]Hit somebody in the choir they fell back into the candle rack
[01:43.91]And caught the place on fire
[01:45.47]I shot again i finally caught the preacher in his dome then
[01:48.75]We put our barrels to eachother＇s heads and took it home
[01:52.06]CROOKED PREACHA KILLAS Stop it
[01:54.74]CROOKED PREACHA KILLAS I gotta bloody ＇em up
[01:57.98]CROOKED PREACHA KILLAS Stop it
[02:00.92]CROOKED PREACHA KILLAS Leave the f**kin kids alone
[02:03.97]CROOKED PREACHA KILLAS Faggots
[02:06.97]CROOKED PREACHA KILLAS I gotta bloody ＇em up
[02:10.03]CROOKED PREACHA KILLAS Stop it
[02:12.59]CROOKED PREACHA KILLAS I gotta bloody ＇em up