You wait for death to happen, you looked up bloody wrecks   you con the elderly feeblos up out they pension checks   you kick 'em when they’re down, you tell 'em god is coming   you work the lonely souls, 800 numbers runnin'    You sell what you reposes, you clean 'em out their nests   you wait for them to try to rest and 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 they bite    whatever it takes they get what they like   always stay fake and go where they like   your money they make it and 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 a part   and break it apart who swim with the sharks.       (chorus)   Pick at the eyes, pick at the brains   because you’re 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,    alley way cats, possums and rats,    killers with gats attack you with bats   they scums, bums as anything comes and goes   they mix with tons of hoes, dirty like all of those   I suppose cause wicked is the way that they chose.       (chorus)      (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 plug/ Do you think he can hear?/ He's fuckin' dyin'/ He doesn't care/      Like serpents and snakes, they rattle they bite   whatever it takes they get what they like   and they gonna hide, and they gonna run   but they 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 clowns   and they gonna parish We promise you now.       (chorus X2)