Vultures

You wait for death to happen You loot the bloody wrecks You con the elderly feeblos up out they pension checks 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 [Hook] Pick at the eyes, pick at the brain Pick us, your 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 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 [Hook] 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 [Hook (x2)] [Skit] [Kyle] Oh, look at that little one with the pigtails! I like that! Look at her with the braces when she smiles! Damn, that's hot! I hope the teachers don't notice me watching over here. Oh, look at him on the monkey bars! So nimble! (cellphone rings) Now he's heading towards the swings! I wonder if he'll notice me pushing him on the swings...(cellphone rings) H-hello? [Host] Mr Kyle Jeffries? [Kyle] Yes, this is Kyle. Who's this? [Host] Pack your bags, because you've been selected as one of our lucky big winners! So lucky that you're going to witness, live and in person, a very rare, very catastrophic, Dark Carnival special presentation that will surely, absolutely BLOW YOU AWAAAAAAAAAY!