C.p.k.'s - Insane Clown Posse

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' nonstop 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
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 on 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
And then 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 them fuckin' kids