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  • Текст песни Insane Clown Posse - Vultures

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    ICP (INSANE CLOWN POSSE)
    Bang! Pow! Boom!
    Текст песни:

    "Vultures"

    You wait for death to happen
    You loot the bloody wrecks
    You kindly (amble the feebelos?)
    Up out they penchant checks
    You kick em when they down
    You tell them God is coming
    You work the lowly souls
    Eight-hundred numbers running
    You sell what you repossess
    You clean them out they nest
    You wait for them to try to rest
    Then 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 and bite
    Whatever it takes
    They get what they like
    Always they fake
    And know it ain't right
    Your money, they make it
    Then gone in the night
    And make no mistake
    They do got a heart
    It's blacker than coal
    And hard as a rock
    Don't quiver or shake
    When they take and part
    And breaking apart
    Who swim with the sharks

    Pick at the eyes, pick at the brain
    Pick us, your wretchedly sick and deranged
    Cuz you's a vulture
    A wicked vulture
    Pick at the heart, pick at the soul
    Pick em and drag em down into your hole
    Cuz you's a vulture
    A wicked vulture

    You cut the fingers off
    If there's 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
    Alleyway cats
    Possums and rats
    Killers with gats
    Attacking with bats
    They scums, bums
    As anything comes and goes
    They pimps
    With tons of hoes
    Dirty like all of those
    I suppose
    Cuz wicked's the way that they chose

    Pick at the eyes, pick at the brain
    Pick us, your wretchedly sick and deranged
    Cuz you's a vulture
    A wicked vulture
    Pick at the heart, pick at the soul
    Pick em and drag em down into your hole
    Cuz you's a vulture
    A wicked vulture

    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 popping 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 trying to get paid
    Who's feeding his dog?
    Fuck that dog
    It's beeping again
    Ohh, that morphine's kicking in
    What about his money
    He wants the church to have it
    How long till he dies
    Let's check his wallet
    Let's pull the plug
    Do you think he can hear?
    He's fucking dying
    He doesn't care

    Like serpents and snakes
    They rattle and bite
    Whatever it takes
    They get what they like
    And they gonna hide
    And they gonna run
    But they're 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 grounds
    And they gonna perish
    We promise you now

    Pick at the eyes, pick at the brain
    Pick us, your wretchedly sick and deranged
    Cuz you's a vulture
    A wicked vulture
    Pick at the heart, pick at the soul
    Pick em and drag em down into your hole
    Cuz you's a vulture
    A wicked vulture
    Pick at the eyes, pick at the brain
    Pick us, your wretchedly sick and deranged
    Cuz you's a vulture
    A wicked vulture
    Pick at the heart, pick at the soul
    Pick em and drag em down into your hole
    Cuz you's a vulture
    A wicked vulture

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