Luyện nghe bài hát Witching Hour

Ahem we are here today to mourn the
Of a ass motherfucker who thought he was the shit.
Turns out he was the shit a of shit.
You see this young hooligan afraid to die
So he put his life on the to gain respect in his neighborhood.
Well the only he gets now
Is from the maggots and worms that are snacking on his ass.

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Life is over, devour
Time has come for witching

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

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

Close eyes, hold your breath, release the stress
let it out there's nothing left you're facing death
If you see God, send my if He's up there
And tell man how you spent your life here
Bust the street, diesel smoke from the heat
And you're feeling weak, 'cause the lead got you to sleep
It's getting deep, know your peeps? They fuck your freak
In between the sheets in they face they drop the leak
You hear the sirens, think about who was
See your partner blurry from the spark of the
Holding on to faith, want to survive to
Here comes the Reaper, it's Grim at your door awaits
Can you it? Pumping on your inner spirit,
Got you screaming out for Dearest
You want to live, keep on twitching, spitting
Time ticking it's the hour for the

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

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Time for you to lay dead everybody stares
Time for the to front like he cares
for your body to rot in your tomb
Time for your sister to finally get room
Time for your picture to on the wall
Time for your crew to hang out at the
for your boys to beat hoes and kick bass
While you sit in the dark, with crawling 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 bank
Reaching out to get fatter
Thoughts of your soon-to-be wife and your phat
She's in the seat, catching it from the backside
You wish you had some rum, numb
the noise at? Losing it, where my boys at?
Hallucinate caskets, your son a soon to be bastard
'cause you slipped and got
Your ?? in your good times,
Ambulance 59 minutes later, now on a respirator
Get on shit, you're losing consciousness
Man flashing, in phat ride crashing
family and it's costing black roses
Beer on the concrete, bones in coffin
That's all you get, a lost on the trip
Times up, clock ticked, hour to be

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

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

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