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 the claw of the beast, i never thought it'd be so
Fuckin easy a priest, we went into the confession booth, he took off his clothes& 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 eyes i was yankin it up, preacha killas!

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

I into 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 & 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 holy rolla, im outta controlla, face painted,
Fuckin preacha gone off that yola...cola

Crooked preacha (stop it!)
Crooked 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 matter though, they
Say hes goin to heaven, & then i for the preacher, i blew his ear off, we in the balcony
Bustin, gone of pcp & smirnoff, i again, missed & hit somebody 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 & it home

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