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 the claw of the beast, i never thought it'd be so
Fuckin murdering a priest, we went into the confession booth, he took off his clothes& cut
Some yay 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 it up, preacha killas!

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

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

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

We shootin for the preacha, fuck, i missed & hit the reverend, but it matter though, they
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, & hit somebody in the choir, they fell back
the candle 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 killas (stop it!)
Crooked killas (i gotta bloody em up!)
preacha killas (stop it!)
Crooked preacha killas (leave the kids alone!)
preacha killas (faggots!)
Crooked preacha killas (i gotta em up!)
Crooked killas (stop it!)
preacha killas (i gotta bloody em up!)