Insane Clown Posse - C.P.K.'s Lyrics

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[Violent Jay]
I walked into the church, dressed up as an alter boy
I seen a preacher, he said little boy im a teach ya
Put his hand up on my shoulder, felt the claw of the beast
I never thought it'd be so fucking easy murderin a priest
We went into the confession booth, he took off his cloths
Cut some yay right on his bible top and ooted his nose
I jammed the butchers knife 12 inches into his gut
He looked my right into my eyes while i was yanking it up
PREACHA KILLAS

[Chorus]
Crooked Preacha Killas (stop it)
Crooked Preacha Killas(i gotta bloody him up)
Crooked Preacha Killas(stop it)
Crooked Preacha Killas

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
I walked into the sermen, 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 tities and a pussy ring?
BULLSHIT!!
She sucked the preachers dick in the pul pit
I know the girl its on
Ive witnessed it while pushing my mop
And blood gushin dont stop, when my hatchet go chop
I aint no fuckin holy rolla
Im outta controlla, face painted, fucking preacher killas gone off they yola
---(cola)

[Chorus]
Crooked Preacha Killas (stop it)
Crooked Preacha Killas(i gotta bloody him up)
Crooked Preacha Killas(stop it)
Crooked Preacha Killas

[Violent Jay]
We shootin for the preacha,FUCKi missed and hit the reverend
but it doesnt matter though, they say hes goin to heaven

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
And then i shot for the preacher, i blew his ear off
we in the balcony bustin, gone off PCP and Smirn Off

[Violent Jay]
I shot again,i missed and hit somebody in the choir
they fell back into the candle rack and caught the place on fire

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
I shot again, i finally caught the preacher in his dome
then we put our barrels to each others heads and took it home

[Chorus]
Crooked Preacha Killas (stop it)
Crooked Preacha Killas(i gotta bloody him up)
Crooked Preacha Killas(stop it)
Crooked Preacha Killas(leave the fuckin kids alone)

Crooked Preacha Killas (faggits)
Crooked Preacha Killas(i gotta bloody him up)
Crooked Preacha Killas(stop it)
Crooked Preacha Killas(i gotta bloddy him up

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lyrics submitted by jay
lyrics corrected by teesha on 16-02-2006