C.P.K.'s

C.P.K.'s - Insane Clown Posse/Joseph Bruce/Joseph William Utsler

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