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[Verse - Violent J]
I walked into the church, dressed up as an altar boy
I seen a preacha, he said "little boy I`mma teach ya"
Put his hand up on my shoulder, felt the claw of the beast
I never thought it`d be so fuckin` easy murderin` 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 right into my eyes while I was yankin` it up
Preacha killas.

[Hook]
Crooked preacha killas (stop it!)
Crooked preacha killas (I gotta bloody him up!)
Crooked preacha killas (stop it!)
Crooked preacha killas

[Verse - Shaggy 2 Dope]
I walked into the sermen, 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 dick in the pulpit
I know the goin`s-on, I`ve witnessed it while pushin` my mop
And blood gushin` no stop when my hatchet go chop
I ain`t no fuckin` holy rolla, I`m outta controlla
Face painted, fuckin` preacha killas gone off that yola.

[Hook]
Crooked preacha killas (cola!)
Crooked preacha killas (I gotta bloody him up!)
Crooked preacha killas (stop it!)
Crooked preacha killas

[Verse - Violent J]
We shootin` for the preacha, fuck I missed and hit the reverend
But it doesn`t matter though, they say he`s goin` to Heaven

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
And then I for the preacha, I blew his ear off
We in the balcony bustin`, gone off PCP and Smirnoff

[Violent J]
Shot again, I missed and hit somebody in the choir
They fell back into the candle rack and caught the place on fire

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
I shot again, I finally caught the preacha in his dome

[Both]
Then we put our barrels to each other`s heads and took it hoome.

[Hook]
Crooked preacha killas (stop it!)
Crooked preacha killas (I gotta bloody him up!)
Crooked preacha killas (stop it!)
Crooked preacha killas (leave the fuckin` kids alone!)

Crooked preacha killas (faggots!)
Crooked preacha killas (I gotta bloody him up!)
Crooked preacha killas (stop it!)
Crooked preacha killas (I gotta bloody him up!)

Hell...is a real place
Hell!
He-He-HELL!
Hell!
Hell!
Hell!

[Verse - Violent J]
I walked into the church, dressed up as an altar boy
I seen a preacha, he said "little boy I`mma teach ya"
Put his hand up on my shoulder, felt the claw of the beast
I never thought it`d be so fuckin` easy murderin` 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 right into my eyes while I was yankin` it up
Preacha killas.

[Hook]
Crooked preacha killas (stop it!)
Crooked preacha killas (I gotta bloody him up!)
Crooked preacha killas (stop it!)
Crooked preacha killas

[Verse - Shaggy 2 Dope]
I walked into the sermen, 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 dick in the pulpit
I know the goin`s-on, I`ve witnessed it while pushin` my mop
And blood gushin` no stop when my hatchet go chop
I ain`t no fuckin` holy rolla, I`m outta controlla
Face painted, fuckin` preacha killas gone off that yola.

[Hook]
Crooked preacha killas (cola!)
Crooked preacha killas (I gotta bloody him up!)
Crooked preacha killas (stop it!)
Crooked preacha killas

[Verse - Violent J]
We shootin` for the preacha, fuck I missed and hit the reverend
But it doesn`t matter though, they say he`s goin` to Heaven

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
And then I for the preacha, I blew his ear off
We in the balcony bustin`, gone off PCP and Smirnoff

[Violent J]
Shot again, I missed and hit somebody in the choir
They fell back into the candle rack and caught the place on fire

[Shaggy 2 Dope]
I shot again, I finally caught the preacha in his dome

[Both]
Then we put our barrels to each other`s heads and took it hoome.

[Hook]
Crooked preacha killas (stop it!)
Crooked preacha killas (I gotta bloody him up!)
Crooked preacha killas (stop it!)
Crooked preacha killas (leave the fuckin` kids alone!)

Crooked preacha killas (faggots!)
Crooked preacha killas (I gotta bloody him up!)
Crooked preacha killas (stop it!)
Crooked preacha killas (I gotta bloody him up!)

Hell...is a real place
Hell!
He-He-HELL!
Hell!
Hell!
Hell!

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