(Violent J)
I walked into the church dressed up, as an alter boy
I see the preacher he said, "lil boy Im'ma teach ya"
Put his hand 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 right into my eyes while I yankin' it up
Preacher killas
I walked into the church dressed up, as an alter boy
I see the preacher he said, "lil boy Im'ma teach ya"
Put his hand 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 right into my eyes while I yankin' it up
Preacher killas
(Chorus)
Crooked preacher killas (stop it)
Crooked preacher killas (I gotta bloody em up)
Crooked preacher killas (stop it)
Crooked preacher killas
(Shaggy 2 Dope)
I walked into the sermon strapped with an iron crowbar
I'll beat a nun into a bloody stew, in the trunk of my car
How the fuck she got fake titties and pussy ring?! Bullshit
She sucked the preachers dick in the pulpit
I know the goin's on
I've witnessed it with pushin my mop
And blood gushin non-stop when hatchet go chop
I ain't no fuckin holy roller
I'm outta control-a
Face painted fuckin preacher killas gone off they yola
(Chorus)
Crooked preacher killas (cola)
Crooked preacher killas (I gotta bloody em up)
Crooked preacher killas (stop it)
Crooked preacher killas
(Violent J)
We shootin for the preacher, fuck!
I missed and hit the reverend
But it doesn't matter though they say he's 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 Smirnoff
(Violent J)
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
And then we put our barrels to eachother's heads and took it home
(Chorus)
Crooked preacher killas (stop it)
Crooked preacher killas (I gotta bloody em up)
Crooked preacher killas (stop it)
Crooked preacher killas (Leave the 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
Hell!
He-He-HELL!
Hell!
Hell!
Hell!
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