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.
the only respect he gets now
Is from the maggots and that are snacking on his dead ass.

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Life is over, death
Time has for witching hour

Time for your family to up in black
Time for your coffin to in the back
Time for your enemies to at your death
Time for the vultures to pick at left
Time for homeboy to find a new clique
Time for girlfriend to suck a new dick
Time for your to fight over your car
Time for the world to who the fuck you are

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

Close your eyes, hold breath, release the stress
let it out there's nothing left 'cause facing death
If you see God, my blessings if He's up there
And tell that man how you spent life here
Bust the street, diesel smoke from the heat
And you're feeling weak, 'cause the lead got you going to
It's getting deep, know your peeps? They fuck your freak
In between the sheets in they face drop the leaky leak
You hear the sirens, think about who was
See your partner blurry from the of the iron
Holding on to faith, want to to retaliate
comes the Reaper, it's Grim Reaper at your door awaits
Can you feel it? on your inner spirit,
Got you out for Mommy Dearest
You want to live, 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 Reverend to like he cares
Time for body to rot in your tomb
Time for your sister to finally get your
for your picture to fade on the wall
Time for crew to hang out at the mall
Time for your boys to hoes and kick bass
While you sit in the dark, with crawling on your face

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

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

(Looking at my Gucci, about that time, motherfucker)

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

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