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 fuckin' 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 fuck she got fake titties and a pussy 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 don't step when my hatchet go chop
I aint a fuckin holy rolla, I'm outta controlla face painted,
Fuckin' 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, fuck, I missed and hit the reverend but it doesn't 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 fuckin 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!
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