Luyện nghe bài hát Witching Hour

Ahem we are here today to mourn the
Of a punk ass motherfucker who he was the shit.
out he was the shit a piece 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 he gets now
Is from the maggots and that are snacking on his dead 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 enemies to laugh 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
for your brothers to fight over your car
Time for the to forget who the fuck you are

(120 over 40 and falling fast, I 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 blessings if He's up
And tell that man how you your life here
Bust around the street, smoke from the heat
And you're weak, 'cause the lead got you going to sleep
It's getting deep, know peeps? They gon' fuck your freak
In between the sheets in face they drop the leaky leak
You the sirens, think about who was firing
See your partner blurry from the spark of the
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 screaming out for Mommy
You want to live, on twitching, bluff spitting
ticking it's the hour for the witching

(Quit crying 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
for your body to rot in your tomb
Time for your to finally get your room
Time for your picture to fade on the
for your 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 in that IV and start CPR, I'm still not getting anything)

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

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

x4]

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

Time for your family to dress up in
Time for your 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
for your girlfriend to suck a new dick
Time for your to fight over your car
for the world to forget who the fuck you are