ICP - 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
F*ckin 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 f*ck 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 f*ckin holy rolla, im outta controlla, face painted,
F*ckin 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, f*ck, 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 f*ckin 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!)