ICP (Insane Clown Posse) - Vultures lyrics
rate me<BR>
You wait for death to happen<br>
You loot the bloody wrecks<br>
You kindly (amble the feebelos?)<br>
Up out they penchant checks<br>
You kick em when they down<br>
You tell them God is coming<br>
You work the lowly souls<br>
Eight-hundred numbers running<br>
You sell what you repossess<br>
You clean them out they nest<br>
You wait for them to try to rest<br>
Then yank it out they chest<br>
You sell them medicine<br>
You make them think they need<br>
You come around the flowers<br>
But you's a dirty weed<br>
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Like serpents and snakes<br>
They rattle and bite<br>
Whatever it takes<br>
They get what they like<br>
Always they fake<br>
And know it ain't right<br>
Your money, they make it<br>
Then gone in the night<br>
And make no mistake<br>
They do got a heart<br>
It's blacker than coal<br>
And hard as a rock<br>
Don't quiver or shake<br>
When they take and part<br>
And breaking apart<br>
Who swim with the sharks<br>
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Pick at the eyes, pick at the brain<br>
Pick us, your wretchedly sick and deranged<br>
Cuz you's a vulture<br>
A wicked vulture<br>
Pick at the heart, pick at the soul<br>
Pick em and drag em down into your hole<br>
Cuz you's a vulture<br>
A wicked vulture<br>
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You cut the fingers off<br>
If there's a ring still on em<br>
Even if they come in cursed<br>
You still want em<br>
You promised big things<br>
Is headed for next year<br>
But then you disappear<br>
As soon as the checks clear<br>
You lash out at the poor<br>
And tell em to give you more<br>
Sell everything off for the church<br>
Sleep on the floor<br>
You point the juiciest necks<br>
Out to all the vampires<br>
But lurking in the dark<br>
You might get bit by spiders<br>
<br>
Lizards and bugs<br>
Flies and mosquitoes<br>
Hookers with drugs<br>
And dirty ass needles<br>
Alleyway cats<br>
Possums and rats<br>
Killers with gats<br>
Attacking with bats<br>
They scums, bums<br>
As anything comes and goes<br>
They pimps<br>
With tons of hoes<br>
Dirty like all of those<br>
I suppose<br>
Cuz wicked's the way that they chose<br>
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Pick at the eyes, pick at the brain<br>
Pick us, your wretchedly sick and deranged<br>
Cuz you's a vulture<br>
A wicked vulture<br>
Pick at the heart, pick at the soul<br>
Pick em and drag em down into your hole<br>
Cuz you's a vulture<br>
A wicked vulture<br>
<br>
Go away doc<br>
Leave him alone<br>
When will he die?<br>
I'll be at home<br>
Who gets his car?<br>
Who gets the crib?<br>
Those are his pills?<br>
I'm popping the lid<br>
I give him a week<br>
What do I get?<br>
Put me in his will<br>
He's moving again<br>
Sign it like him<br>
Cut off that beep<br>
There go his morphine<br>
That shit is sweet<br>
Give me a hit<br>
The preacher called<br>
He's trying to get paid<br>
Who's feeding his dog?<br>
Fuck that dog<br>
It's beeping again<br>
Ohh, that morphine's kicking in<br>
What about his money<br>
He wants the church to have it<br>
How long till he dies<br>
Let's check his wallet<br>
Let's pull the plug<br>
Do you think he can hear?<br>
He's fucking dying<br>
He doesn't care<br>
<br>
Like serpents and snakes<br>
They rattle and bite<br>
Whatever it takes<br>
They get what they like<br>
And they gonna hide<br>
And they gonna run<br>
But they're gonna suffer<br>
Some Carnival fun<br>
And make no mistake<br>
They do got a heart<br>
It's blacker than coal<br>
And hard as a rock<br>
They gonna visit<br>
The Carnival grounds<br>
And they gonna perish<br>
We promise you now<br>
<br>
Pick at the eyes, pick at the brain<br>
Pick us, your wretchedly sick and deranged<br>
Cuz you's a vulture<br>
A wicked vulture<br>
Pick at the heart, pick at the soul<br>
Pick em and drag em down into your hole<br>
Cuz you's a vulture<br>
A wicked vulture<br>
Pick at the eyes, pick at the brain<br>
Pick us, your wretchedly sick and deranged<br>
Cuz you's a vulture<br>
A wicked vulture<br>
Pick at the heart, pick at the soul<br>
Pick em and drag em down into your hole<br>
Cuz you's a vulture<br>
A wicked vulture<br>
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<i>[Thanks to DIEDIEDIE765 for these lyrics]</i><br>
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