ICP (INSANE CLOWN POSSE) lyrics : "C.P.K.'s"
Teacher, put his hand on my shoulder felt the claw of the beast, i never thought it'd be so
$#&@in easy murdering a priest, we went into the confession booth, he took off his clothes& cut
Some yay right on his bible top & ooted his nose, i jammed a butcher knife 12 inches into his
Gut, he looked me right in the eyes while i was yankin it up, preacha killas!
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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 sermon, strapped with a iron crowbar, i beat a nun into a bloody stew in the
Trunk of my car, how the $#&@ she got fake !@%$ & a #~!!@ ring? bull%#@!! she sucked the
Preachers dick in the pulpit, i know the goings-on, ive witnessed it while pushing my mop & blood
Gushing when my hatchet go chop, i aint a $#&@in holy rolla, im outta controlla, face painted,
$#&@in preacha killas gone off that yola...cola
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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, $#&@, i missed & hit the reverend, but it doesnt matter though, they
Say hes goin to heaven, & then i shot for the preacher, i blew his ear off, we in the balcony
Bustin, gone of pcp & smirnoff, i shot again, missed & hit somebody in the choir, they fell back
Into the candle rack & caught the place on fire, i shot again, i finally caught the preacherin
His dome, then we put our barrels to each others heads & took it home
[chorus]
Crooked preacha killas (stop it!)
Crooked preacha killas (i gotta bloody em up!)
Crooked preacha killas (stop it!)
Crooked preacha killas (leave the $#&@in kids alone!)
Crooked preacha killas (!@$)gots!)
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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