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 said boy imma
Teacher, put his hand on my shoulder felt the claw of the beast, i thought it'd be so
Fuckin easy murdering a priest, we went the confession booth, he took off his clothes& cut
Some yay right on his bible top & ooted his nose, i jammed a butcher 12 inches into his
Gut, he looked me right in the eyes i was yankin it up, preacha killas!

Crooked preacha (stop it!)
Crooked killas (i gotta bloody em up!)
Crooked killas (stop it!)
preacha 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 pussy 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 rolla, im outta controlla, face painted,
Fuckin preacha killas gone off yola...cola

Crooked preacha (stop it!)
Crooked killas (i gotta bloody em up!)
Crooked preacha (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 for the preacher, i blew his ear off, we in the balcony
Bustin, gone of pcp & smirnoff, i shot again, missed & hit in the choir, they fell back
Into the candle rack & caught the place on fire, i again, i finally caught the preacherin
His dome, then we put our barrels to each heads & took it home

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