Luyện nghe bài hát Witching Hour

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

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Life is over, death
has come for witching hour

Time for your family to dress up in
Time for your coffin to ride in the
Time for your enemies to laugh at your
Time for the vultures to pick at what's
Time for your homeboy to find a new
Time for girlfriend to suck a new dick
Time for your brothers to fight over 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!)

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

(Quit like 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 your
Time for your picture to fade on the
Time for your to hang out at the mall
Time for your boys to beat hoes and bass
you sit in the dark, with maggots crawling on your face

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

Bitches are backstabbers, or your friend bank grabbers
Reaching out to get fatter
Thoughts of soon-to-be wife 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? Losing it, my boys at?
Hallucinate seeing caskets, son a soon to be bastard
you slipped and got blasted
Your ?? lies in your times,
Ambulance 59 minutes later, now you're on a
Get on this shit, losing consciousness
Man flashing, in phat ride crashing
Unhappy and it's costing black roses
Beer on the concrete, in your coffin
That's all you get, a lost soul on the
Times up, clock ticked, to be witched

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

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

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