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• Artiste: Insane Clown Posse
• Titre: C.P.K.'s
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Preacher: "Go ye unto all the world and preach my gospel un...to every creator. Go ye unto the world and preach my gospel." I walked into the church dressed up as an altar boy I seen a preacher, he said, little boy, I'ma teach ya! Put his hand up on my shoulder, felt the claw of the beast I never thought it'd be so fuckin' easy murdering a priest We went into the confession booth, he took off his clothes And cut some yay right on his Bible top and ooted his nose I jammed a butcher's knife 12 inches into his gut He looked me in my eyes as I was yankin' it up! Preacher killa! Crooked preacher killas! Stop it! Crooked preacher killas! I gotta bloody em' up Crooked preacher killas! Stop it! Crooked preacher killas! I walked into the sermon strapped with an iron crowbar I beat a nun into a bloody stew in the trunk of my car How the fuck she got fake titties and a pussy ring? Bullshit! she sucked the preacher's dick in the pulput I know the goin's-on, I've witnessed it when pushin' my mop And blood gushin' don't stop when my hatchet go chop! I ain't no fuckin' holy rolla, I'm outta controlla Face painted, fuckin' preacher killas gone of that yola! Crooked preacher killas! Cola! Crooked preacher killas! I gotta bloody em' up Crooked preacher killas! Stop it! Crooked preacher killas! We shootin' for the preacher, fuck! I missed and hit the reverend, but it doesn't matter though they say he's going to heaven. And then I shot for the preacher, I blew his ear off We in the balcony bustin', gone of PCP and Smirnoff Shot again, I missed and hit somebody in the choir They fell back into the candle rack and caught the place on fire I shot again, I finally caught the preacher in his dome We put the barrells to each other's heads and took it home! Crooked preacher killas! Stop it! Crooked preacher killas! I gotta bloody em' up Crooked preacher killas! Stop it! Crooked preacher killas! Leave the fuckin' kids alone Crooked preacher killas! Faggots! Crooked preacher killas! I gotta bloody em' up Crooked preacher killas! Stop it! Crooked preacher killas! I gotta bloody em' up! Hell is a real place! (DJ scratching it all up) x4