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 dont step when my hatchet go chop
i aint a fuckin holy rolla, im 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 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 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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