Luyện nghe bài hát Hell's Pit- C.p.k's

I walked into the dressed up as an altar boy i seen a preacher, he said little boy imma
Teacher, put his hand on my shoulder felt the claw of the beast, i never it'd be so
Fuckin easy murdering a priest, we went into the confession booth, he off his clothes& cut
Some yay right on his bible top & ooted his nose, i jammed a knife 12 inches into his
Gut, he looked me in the eyes while i was yankin it up, preacha killas!

Crooked killas (stop it!)
Crooked preacha killas (i gotta em up!)
preacha killas (stop it!)
Crooked killas!

I walked into the sermon, with a iron crowbar, i beat a nun into a bloody stew in the
Trunk of my car, how the fuck she got fake & a pussy ring? bullshit! she sucked the
Preachers dick in the pulpit, i the goings-on, ive witnessed it while pushing my mop & blood
Gushing when my hatchet go chop, i a fuckin holy rolla, im outta controlla, face painted,
Fuckin preacha killas gone off yola...cola

Crooked killas (stop it!)
preacha killas (i gotta bloody em up!)
Crooked killas (stop it!)
Crooked killas!

We shootin for the preacha, fuck, i missed & hit the reverend, but it doesnt matter though,
Say hes goin to heaven, & then i shot for the preacher, i his ear off, we in the balcony
Bustin, gone of pcp & smirnoff, i shot again, missed & hit in the choir, they fell back
Into the 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

Crooked killas (stop it!)
Crooked preacha killas (i bloody em up!)
preacha killas (stop it!)
Crooked preacha killas (leave the kids alone!)
Crooked preacha (faggots!)
preacha killas (i gotta bloody em up!)
Crooked killas (stop it!)
Crooked preacha (i gotta bloody em up!)