Vultures Lyrics - Bang! Pow! Boom! - Insane Clown Posse

You wait for death to happen, you looked up bloody wrecks 

you con the elderly feeblos up out they pension checks 

you kick 'em when theyre down, you tell 'em god is coming 

you work the lonely souls, 800 numbers runnin' 

You sell what you reposes, you clean 'em out their nests 

you wait for them to try to rest and yank it out they chest 

You sell them medicine you make them think they need 

you come around the flowers but you's a dirty weed. 

Like serpents and snakes, they rattle they bite 

whatever it takes they get what they like 

always stay fake and go where they like 

your money they make it and gone in the night 

and make no mistake, they do got a heart 

it's blacker than coal and hard as a rock 

dont quiver or shake when they take a part 

and break it apart who swim with the sharks. 

(chorus) 

Pick at the eyes, pick at the brains 

because youre wretchedly sick and deranged. 

Cause you's a vulture a wicked vulture! 

Pick at the heart pick at the soul 

Pick 'em and drag 'em down into your hole 

Cause you's a vulture a wicked vulture! 

You cut the fingers off if theres a ring still on 'em 

even if they come in cursed, you still want 'em 

You promised big things is headed for next year 

but then you disappear as soon as the checks clear 

you lash out at the poor and tell 'em to give you more 

Sell everything off for the church, sleep on the floor 

you point the juiciest necks out to all the vampires 

but lurking in the dark you might get bit by spiders. 

Lizards and bugs, flies and mosquitoes, 

hookers with drugs and dirty ass needles, 

alley way cats, possums and rats, 

killers with gats attack you with bats 

they scums, bums as anything comes and goes 

they mix with tons of hoes, dirty like all of those 

I suppose cause wicked is the way that they chose. 

(chorus) 

(Skit) 

Go away Doc/ Leave him alone/ When will he die?/ I'll be at home/ Who gets his car?/ Who gets the crib?/ Those are his pills?/ I'm poppin' the lid/ I give him a week/ What do I get?/ Put me in his will/ He's moving again/ Sign it like him/ Cut off that beep/ There go his morphine/ That shit is sweet/ Give me a hit!/ The preacher called/ He's tryin' to get paid/ Who's feeding his dog?/ Fuck that dog!/ It's beepin again!/ Whoa, that morphine's kickin' in/ What about his money?/ He wants the church to have it/ How long til he dies?/ Let's check his wallet/ Lets pull the plug/ Do you think he can hear?/ He's fuckin' dyin'/ He doesn't care/ 

Like serpents and snakes, they rattle they bite 

whatever it takes they get what they like 

and they gonna hide, and they gonna run 

but they gonna suffer some carnival fun 

and make no mistake they do got a heart 

it's blacker than coal and hard as a rock 

they gonna visit the carnival clowns 

and they gonna parish We promise you now. 

(chorus X2)