Luyện nghe bài hát Witching Hour

Ahem we are here today to mourn the
Of a punk ass motherfucker who 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 life on the line to respect in his neighborhood.
Well the only respect he now
Is from the maggots and that are snacking 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 coffin to ride in the
Time for your enemies to laugh at your
Time for the to pick at what's left
for your homeboy to find a new clique
Time for girlfriend to suck a new dick
Time for your brothers to fight over car
Time for the to forget who the fuck you are

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

Close eyes, hold your 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 your 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 They gon' fuck your freak
In the sheets in they face they drop the leaky leak
You hear the sirens, think who was firing
See partner blurry from the spark of the iron
on to faith, want to survive to retaliate
Here comes the Reaper, it's Grim Reaper at door awaits
Can you it? Pumping on your inner spirit,
Got you screaming out for Mommy
You want to live, keep on twitching, spitting
Time 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 while everybody stares
Time for the Reverend to front he cares
Time for your to rot in your tomb
Time for sister to finally get your room
Time for picture 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 IV and start CPR, I'm still not getting anything)

Bitches are backstabbers, or your friend bank grabbers
Reaching out just to get
Thoughts of your soon-to-be wife and your ride
in the back seat, catching it from the backside
You you had some rum, feeling numb
the noise at? Losing it, where my boys at?
Hallucinate seeing caskets, son a soon to be bastard
you slipped and got blasted
Your ?? lies in your times,
59 minutes later, now you're on a respirator
Get on this shit, you're losing
Man flashing, in your phat ride
Unhappy family and it's black roses
on the concrete, bones in your coffin
That's all you get, a soul on the trip
Times up, clock ticked, hour to be

(Looking at my Gucci, about 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 clean out place
Time for you love to go your tin case
Time for your father to feel a little
Time for you step-dad to a fuck less
Time for the world to keep spinning
with you dead in the ground, motherfucker!

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