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

I walked into the church dressed up as an altar boy i 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 the confession booth, he took off his clothes& cut
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 it up, preacha killas!

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

I walked into the sermon, strapped with a iron crowbar, i beat a nun into a 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 while pushing my mop &
Gushing when my hatchet go chop, i aint a holy rolla, im outta controlla, face painted,
Fuckin preacha killas gone off yola...cola

Crooked killas (stop it!)
Crooked preacha (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
the candle rack & caught the place on fire, i shot again, i finally caught the preacherin
His dome, then we put our to each others heads & took it home

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