You wait for death to happen, you looked up bloody you con the elderly feeblos up out pension checks you kick 'em when theyre down, you tell 'em god is you the lonely souls, 800 numbers runnin' You sell you reposes, you clean 'em out their nests you for them to try to rest and yank it out they chest You sell medicine you make them think they need you come around the but you's a dirty weed.
Like serpents and snakes, they rattle bite whatever it takes they get they like always stay fake and go where like your money they it and gone in the night and make no mistake, do got a heart blacker than coal and hard as a rock dont quiver or shake when they take a and it apart who swim with the sharks.
(chorus) at the eyes, pick at the brains because youre sick and deranged. Cause you's a vulture a vulture! at the heart pick at the soul Pick 'em and drag 'em down into your you's a vulture a wicked vulture!
You cut the fingers off if theres a ring on 'em even if they come in cursed, you still 'em You promised big things is for next year but you disappear as soon as the checks clear you lash out at the poor and 'em to give you more Sell off for the church, sleep on the floor you point the juiciest out to all the vampires but lurking in the dark you get bit by spiders.
and bugs, flies and mosquitoes, hookers with drugs and ass needles, way cats, possums and rats, killers with gats attack you bats they scums, bums as anything comes and mix with tons of hoes, dirty like all of those I cause wicked is the way that they chose.
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(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 Do you think he can hear?/ He's fuckin' dyin'/ He doesn't care/
serpents and snakes, they rattle they bite whatever it takes get what they like and they gonna hide, and gonna run but they suffer some carnival fun and no mistake they do got a heart it's blacker than coal and hard as a they gonna the carnival clowns and gonna parish We promise you now.
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