Vultures Lyrics
| Song | Vultures |
| Artist | Insane Clown Posse |
| Album | Bang! Pow! Boom! (Blue) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| You wait for death to happen, you looked up bloody wrecksyou con the elderly feeblos up out they pension checksyou kick 'em when they’re down, you tell 'em god is comingyou work the lonely souls, 800 numbers runnin' | |
| You sell what you reposes, you clean 'em out their nestsyou wait for them to try to rest and yank it out they chest | |
| You sell them medicine you make them think they needyou come around the flowers but you's a dirty weed. | |
| Like serpents and snakes, they rattle they bitewhatever it takes they get what they likealways stay fake and go where they likeyour money they make it and gone in the nightand make no mistake, they do got a heartit's blacker than coal and hard as a rockdon’t quiver or shake when they take a partand break it apart who swim with the sharks.(chorus) | |
| Pick at the eyes, pick at the brainsbecause you’re 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 there’s a ring still on 'emeven if they come in cursed, you still want 'em | |
| You promised big things is headed for next yearbut then you disappear as soon as the checks clearyou lash out at the poor and tell 'em to give you more | |
| Sell everything off for the church, sleep on the flooryou point the juiciest necks out to all the vampiresbut 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 batsthey scums, bums as anything comes and goesthey 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?/ | |
| **** 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 ****in' dyin'/ | |
| He doesn't care/ | |
| Like serpents and snakes, they rattle they bitewhatever it takes they get what they likeand they gonna hide, and they gonna runbut they gonna suffer some carnival funand make no mistake they do got a heartit's blacker than coal and hard as a rockthey gonna visit the carnival clownsand they gonna parish | |
| We promise you now.(chorus X2) |
| You wait for death to happen, you looked up bloody wrecksyou con the elderly feeblos up out they pension checksyou kick ' em when they' re down, you tell ' em god is comingyou work the lonely souls, 800 numbers runnin' | |
| You sell what you reposes, you clean ' em out their nestsyou wait for them to try to rest and yank it out they chest | |
| You sell them medicine you make them think they needyou come around the flowers but you' s a dirty weed. | |
| Like serpents and snakes, they rattle they bitewhatever it takes they get what they likealways stay fake and go where they likeyour money they make it and gone in the nightand make no mistake, they do got a heartit' s blacker than coal and hard as a rockdon' t quiver or shake when they take a partand break it apart who swim with the sharks. chorus | |
| Pick at the eyes, pick at the brainsbecause you' re 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 there' s a ring still on ' emeven if they come in cursed, you still want ' em | |
| You promised big things is headed for next yearbut then you disappear as soon as the checks clearyou lash out at the poor and tell ' em to give you more | |
| Sell everything off for the church, sleep on the flooryou point the juiciest necks out to all the vampiresbut 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 batsthey scums, bums as anything comes and goesthey 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? | |
| 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 in' dyin' | |
| He doesn' t care | |
| Like serpents and snakes, they rattle they bitewhatever it takes they get what they likeand they gonna hide, and they gonna runbut they gonna suffer some carnival funand make no mistake they do got a heartit' s blacker than coal and hard as a rockthey gonna visit the carnival clownsand they gonna parish | |
| We promise you now. chorus X2 |
| You wait for death to happen, you looked up bloody wrecksyou con the elderly feeblos up out they pension checksyou kick ' em when they' re down, you tell ' em god is comingyou work the lonely souls, 800 numbers runnin' | |
| You sell what you reposes, you clean ' em out their nestsyou wait for them to try to rest and yank it out they chest | |
| You sell them medicine you make them think they needyou come around the flowers but you' s a dirty weed. | |
| Like serpents and snakes, they rattle they bitewhatever it takes they get what they likealways stay fake and go where they likeyour money they make it and gone in the nightand make no mistake, they do got a heartit' s blacker than coal and hard as a rockdon' t quiver or shake when they take a partand break it apart who swim with the sharks. chorus | |
| Pick at the eyes, pick at the brainsbecause you' re 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 there' s a ring still on ' emeven if they come in cursed, you still want ' em | |
| You promised big things is headed for next yearbut then you disappear as soon as the checks clearyou lash out at the poor and tell ' em to give you more | |
| Sell everything off for the church, sleep on the flooryou point the juiciest necks out to all the vampiresbut 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 batsthey scums, bums as anything comes and goesthey 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? | |
| 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 in' dyin' | |
| He doesn' t care | |
| Like serpents and snakes, they rattle they bitewhatever it takes they get what they likeand they gonna hide, and they gonna runbut they gonna suffer some carnival funand make no mistake they do got a heartit' s blacker than coal and hard as a rockthey gonna visit the carnival clownsand they gonna parish | |
| We promise you now. chorus X2 |
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