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

I walked into the church 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 took off his cut
Some yay right on his bible top & ooted his nose, i a butcher knife 12 inches into his
Gut, he looked me right in the while i was yankin it up, preacha killas!

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

I walked the sermon, strapped with a iron crowbar, i beat a nun into 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 the goings-on, ive witnessed it while pushing my mop & blood
Gushing when my hatchet go chop, i aint a fuckin holy rolla, im outta controlla, painted,
preacha killas gone off that yola...cola

Crooked preacha (stop it!)
preacha killas (i gotta bloody em up!)
Crooked preacha (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, & 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, fell back
Into the candle rack & caught the place on fire, i shot again, i finally the preacherin
His dome, then we put our barrels to each heads & took it home

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