Insane Clown Posse lyrics
Insane Clown Posse lyrics
"C.P.K.'s lyrics"
Love Story lyrics
Partly owned tuder house Wooden white picket fence Mother waits for father In a backless dress Hardly used diaphram Put back into it's case A one way trip down memory lane As she awaits I don't wanna know Cheat me I don't wann
Partly owned tuder house Wooden white picket fence Mother waits for father In a backless dress Hardly used diaphram Put back into it's case A one way trip down memory lane As she awaits I don't wanna know Cheat me I don't wann
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!)
92 Days Of Rain lyrics
[Oo-o] [Oo-o] Devastation in the gardens A virgin beast betrayed cries out in need What have you done to my existence? Where evolution now evolves from greed When the moon above the jungle Wipes the final tear from heaven's eyes Who will sa
[Oo-o] [Oo-o] Devastation in the gardens A virgin beast betrayed cries out in need What have you done to my existence? Where evolution now evolves from greed When the moon above the jungle Wipes the final tear from heaven's eyes Who will sa
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
Jimmy lyrics
WELL I KINDA FEEL SORRY FOR JIMMYYEAH BUT YOU DON'T KNOW THE WHOLE STORY HE WASN'T A NICE GUYWHADDYA MEAN?LET ME TELL YAJIMMY'S IN A WHEEL CHAIR AND I DON'T CAREHE USED TO WALK HIS DOGAND THEN HE'D BEAT HIM GOODLIKE HIS PRETTY WIFE 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 &
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!)
Crooked preacha killas (i gotta bloody em up!)
WELL I KINDA FEEL SORRY FOR JIMMYYEAH BUT YOU DON'T KNOW THE WHOLE STORY HE WASN'T A NICE GUYWHADDYA MEAN?LET ME TELL YAJIMMY'S IN A WHEEL CHAIR AND I DON'T CAREHE USED TO WALK HIS DOGAND THEN HE'D BEAT HIM GOODLIKE HIS PRETTY WIFE
[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 &
Where I'm From lyrics
(feat. Lloyd) [Lloyd] Umm hey, comin from Where I'm From (I'm from) ohhh yea [Ja Rule] Kids get killed in ghettos, shot up over the Carmello's While they mom was at home, tears hittin the pillow
caught the place on fire, i shot again, i finally caught the preacherin(feat. Lloyd) [Lloyd] Umm hey, comin from Where I'm From (I'm from) ohhh yea [Ja Rule] Kids get killed in ghettos, shot up over the Carmello's While they mom was at home, tears hittin the pillow
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!)
Crooked preacha killas (i gotta bloody em up!)