Insane Clown Posse - C.p.k.'s lyrics

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**in' easy, k**in 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 k**as! 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** she got fake titties and a p**y ring? Bullsh**! she s**ed 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**in holy rolla, im outta controlla face painted, f**in' preacha k**as 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**, 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**in kids alone! CROOKED PREACHA KILLAS f*ggots! CROOKED PREACHA KILLAS I gotta bloody 'em up! CROOKED PREACHA KILLAS Stop it! CROOKED PREACHA KILLAS I gotta bloody 'em up!