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I walked into the church dressed up as an altar boy I seen a preacher, he said, little boy, I'ma teach ya! Put his hand up on my shoulder, felt the claw of the beast I never thought it'd be so fuckin' easy murdering 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 in my eyes as I was yankin' it up! Preacher killa!
Crooked preacher killas! Stop it! Crooked preacher killas! I gotta bloody em' up Crooked preacher killas! Stop it! Crooked preacher killas!
I walked into the sermon strapped with an iron crowbar I beat a nun into a bloody stew in the trunk of my car How the fuck she got fake titties and a pussy ring!? Bullshit, she sucked the preacher's dick in the pulput I know the goin's on, I've witnessed it when pushin' my mop And blood gushin' nonstop when my hatchet go chop! I ain't no fuckin' holy rolla, I'm outta controlla Face painted, fuckin' preacher killas gone of that yola!
Crooked preacher killas! Cola! Crooked preacher killas! I gotta bloody em' up Crooked preacher killas! Stop it! Crooked preacher killas!
We shootin' for the preacher, fuck! I missed and hit the reverend It doesn't matter though, they say he's going to heaven
And then I shot for the preacher, I blew his ear off We in the balcony bustin', gone on PCP and Smirnoff
Shot again, I 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 And then we put the barrells to each other's heads and took it home!
Crooked preacher killas! Stop it! Crooked preacher killas! I gotta bloody em' up Crooked preacher killas! Stop it! Crooked preacher killas! Leave them fuckin' kids alone Crooked preacher killas! Faggots! Crooked preacher killas! I gotta bloody em' up Crooked preacher killas! Stop it! Crooked preacher killas! I gotta bloody em' up!
Hell is a real place! (DJ scratching it all up) x4
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