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 on my shoulder felt the claw of the beast, i never thought it'd be so
easy murdering a priest, we went into the confession booth, he took off his clothes& cut
Some yay on his bible top & ooted his nose, i jammed a butcher knife 12 inches into his
Gut, he looked me right in the eyes i was yankin it up, preacha killas!

Crooked preacha (stop it!)
Crooked preacha (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 & a pussy 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 rolla, im outta controlla, face painted,
preacha killas gone off that yola...cola

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

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