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Insane Clown Posse
Insane Clown Posse


Background information
Origin Delray, Detroit, Michigan, United States
Genre(s) Hip-hop
Years active 1989—present
Label(s) Psychopathic Records
Associated acts Esham
Twiztid
Psychopathic Rydas
Dark Lotus
Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Anybody Killa
DJ Clay
Kottonmouth Kings
Soopa Villainz
Website Website
Members
Violent J
Shaggy 2 Dope
Former members
John Kickjazz
Greez-E



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Insane Clown Posse Lyrics

"C.p.k.'s" lyrics



I walked into the church dressed up as an altar boy i seen a preacher, he said
little boy imma
Teacher, put his hand 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& cut
Some yay right on his bible top & ooted his nose, i jammed a butcher knife 12
inches into his
Gut, he looked me right in the eyes while i was yankin it up, preacha killas!

[chorus]

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

I walked 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
sucked the
Preachers dick in the pulpit, i know the goings-on, ive witnessed it while
pushing my mop & blood
Gushing when my hatchet go chop, i aint a fuckin holy rolla, im outta controlla,
face painted,
Fuckin preacha killas gone off that yola...cola

[chorus]

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

We shootin for the preacha, fuck, i missed & hit the reverend, but it doesnt
matter though, they
Say hes goin to heaven, & then i shot 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, they fell back
Into 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 others heads & took it home

[chorus]

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

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