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

I walked into the church dressed up as an boy i seen a preacher, he said little boy imma
Teacher, put his on my shoulder felt the claw of the beast, i never thought it'd be so
Fuckin easy murdering a priest, we into the confession booth, he took off his clothes& cut
Some yay right on his bible top & ooted his nose, i jammed a butcher knife 12 into his
Gut, he looked me right in the while i was yankin it up, preacha killas!

Crooked killas (stop it!)
Crooked preacha killas (i bloody em up!)
preacha killas (stop it!)
Crooked 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 titties & a pussy ring? bullshit! she the
Preachers dick in the pulpit, i know the goings-on, ive it while pushing my mop & blood
Gushing when my hatchet go chop, i aint a holy rolla, im outta controlla, face painted,
preacha killas gone off that yola...cola

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

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