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

I walked into the church dressed up as an altar boy i seen a preacher, he little boy imma
Teacher, put his hand on my shoulder felt the claw of the beast, i never thought 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 & his nose, i jammed a butcher knife 12 inches into his
Gut, he looked me right in the eyes while i was it up, preacha killas!

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

I walked into the sermon, strapped with a crowbar, i beat a nun into a bloody stew in the
of my car, how the fuck she got fake titties & a pussy ring? bullshit! she sucked the
Preachers 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 fuckin holy rolla, im controlla, face painted,
Fuckin preacha killas off that yola...cola

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

We shootin for the preacha, fuck, i & hit the reverend, but it doesnt matter though, they
Say hes 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
Into the rack & caught the place on fire, i shot again, i finally caught the preacherin
His dome, we put our barrels to each others heads & took it home

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