Luyện nghe bài hát Witching Hour

Ahem we are here to mourn the loss
Of a ass motherfucker who thought he was the shit.
Turns out he was the shit a of shit.
You see this hooligan wasn't afraid to die
So he put his on the line to gain respect in his neighborhood.
Well the only respect he now
Is from the maggots and worms that are on his dead ass.

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Life is over, death
Time has come for hour

for your family to dress up in black
Time for your to ride in the back
Time for enemies to laugh at your death
for the vultures to pick at what's left
Time for your homeboy to a new clique
for your girlfriend to suck a new dick
Time for your brothers to fight over car
Time for the world to forget who the you are

(120 over 40 and fast, I can't get any vitals, I'm losing him, shit!)

Close your eyes, hold your breath, release the
let it out there's left 'cause you're facing death
If you see God, send my blessings if up there
And tell that man how you spent life here
Bust around the street, diesel smoke the heat
And you're feeling weak, 'cause the lead got you going to
It's getting deep, know your peeps? gon' fuck your freak
In between the sheets in they face they drop the leak
You the sirens, think about who was firing
See your partner blurry from the of the iron
Holding on to faith, want to survive to
Here the Reaper, it's Grim Reaper at your door awaits
Can you feel it? Pumping on inner spirit,
Got you screaming out for Dearest
You to live, keep on twitching, bluff spitting
ticking it's the hour for the witching

(Quit like a bitch, and die like a man, motherfucker!)

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Time for you to lay dead while stares
Time for the to front like he cares
Time for your body to rot in tomb
Time for your sister to get your room
Time for your to fade on the wall
Time for crew to hang out at the mall
Time for your to beat hoes and kick bass
While you sit in the dark, with maggots on your face

(Put 50 more cc's in that IV and start CPR, I'm not getting anything)

Bitches are backstabbers, or your inner friend grabbers
Reaching out just to get
Thoughts of your soon-to-be and your phat ride
She's in the back seat, catching it the backside
You wish you had some rum, feeling
Where the noise at? it, where my boys at?
Hallucinate seeing caskets, son a soon to be bastard
you slipped and got blasted
Your ?? lies in good times,
Ambulance 59 minutes later, now you're on a
Get on this shit, losing consciousness
Man flashing, in your phat ride
family and it's costing black roses
Beer on the concrete, bones in your
That's all you get, a lost on the trip
Times up, clock ticked, to be witched

(Looking at my Gucci, it's that time, motherfucker)

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Time to sit and cry about the fact that you're
Time to say fuck it, is on
Time for people to clean out your place
Time for you to go through your tin case
for your father to feel a little stress
Time for you step-dad to a fuck less
Time for the world to spinning around
Even with you in the ground, motherfucker!

for your family to dress up in black
Time for your to ride in the back
Time for enemies to laugh at your death
Time for the to pick at what's left
for your homeboy to find a new clique
Time for your girlfriend to suck a new
Time for your brothers to fight your car
Time for the world to who the fuck you are