Insane Clown Posse

Vultures
You wait for death to happenYou loot the bloody wrecksYou con the elderly feebelosUp out they penchant checksYou kick 'em when they're downYou tell them God is comingYou work the lowly soulsEight-hundred numbers runningYou sell what you repossessYou clean them out their nestYou wait for them to try to restThen yank it out they chestYou sell them medicineYou make them think they needYou come around the flowersBut you's a dirty weedLike serpents and snakesThey rattle and biteWhatever it takesThey get what they likeAlways they fakeAnd know it ain't rightYour money, they make itThen gone in the nightAnd make no mistakeLetras de cancionesThey do got a heartit's blacker than coalAnd hard as a rockdon't quiver or shakeWhen they take and partAnd breaking apartWho swim with the sharksPick at the eyes, pick at the brainPick 'cause your wretchedlysick and deranged'Cause you's a vultureA wicked vulturePick at the heart, pick at the soulPick 'em and drag emdown into your hole'Cause you's a vultureA wicked vultureYou cut the fingers offIf there's a ring still on 'emEven if they come in cursedYou still want 'emYou promised big thingsIs headed for next yearBut then you disappearAs soon as the checks clearYou lash out at the poorAnd tell em to give you moreSell everything off for the churchSleep on the floorYou point the juiciest necksOut to all the vampiresBut lurking in the darkYou might get bit by spidersLizards and bugsFlies and mosquitoesHookers with drugsAnd dirty ass needlesAlleyway catsPossums and ratsKillers with gatsAttacking with batsThey scums, bumsAs anything comes and goesThey pimpsWith tons of hoesDirty like all of thoseI suppose'Cause wicked's the waythat they chosePick at the eyes, pick at the brainPick 'cause your wretchedlysick and deranged'Cause you's a vultureA wicked vulturePick at the heart, pick at the soulPick 'em and drag emdown into your hole'Cause you's a vultureA wicked vultureGo away docLeave him aloneWhen will he die?I'll be at homeWho gets his car?Who gets the crib?Those are his pills?I'm popping the lidI give him a weekWhat do I get?Put me in his willhe's moving againSign it like himCut off that beepThere go his morphineThat shit is sweetGive me a hitThe preacher calledhe's trying to get paidWho's feeding his dog?Fuck that dogit's beeping againOhh, that morphine's kicking inWhat about his moneyHe wants the church to have itHow long till he diesLet's check his walletLet's pull the plugDo you think he can hear?he's fucking dyingHe doesn't careLike serpents and snakesThey rattle and biteWhatever it takesThey get what they likeAnd they gonna hideAnd they gonna runBut they're gonna sufferSome Carnival funAnd make no mistakeThey do got a heartit's blacker than coalAnd hard as a rockThey gonna visitThe Carnival groundsAnd they gonna perishWe promise you nowPick at the eyes, pick at the brainPick 'cause your wretchedlysick and deranged'Cause you's a vultureA wicked vulturePick at the heart, pick at the soulPick 'em and drag emdown into your hole'Cause you's a vultureA wicked vulturePick at the eyes, pick at the brainPick 'cause your wretchedlysick and deranged'Cause you's a vultureA wicked vulturePick at the heart, pick at the soulPick 'em and drag emdown into your hole'Cause you's a vultureA wicked vulture From Letras Mania