Luyện nghe bài hát Witching Hour

Ahem we are here to mourn the loss
Of a punk ass who thought 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 life on the line to gain in his neighborhood.
the only respect he gets now
Is from the maggots and worms that are on his dead ass.

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Life is over, devour
Time has for witching hour

Time for your family to dress up in
for your coffin to ride in the back
Time for your to laugh at your death
Time for the to pick at what's left
Time for your homeboy to a new clique
Time for girlfriend to suck a new dick
Time for your to fight over your car
Time for the world to forget who the 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 your life here
around the street, diesel smoke from the heat
And you're weak, 'cause the lead got you going to sleep
It's getting deep, know your peeps? They gon' your freak
In between the sheets in they face they the leaky leak
You hear the sirens, think about who was
See partner blurry from the spark of the iron
Holding on to faith, want to survive to
Here comes the Reaper, it's Grim Reaper at your door
Can you feel it? Pumping on your spirit,
Got you out for Mommy Dearest
You want to live, keep on twitching, 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 while everybody stares
Time for the Reverend to front he cares
Time for body to rot in your tomb
for your sister to finally get your room
Time for your picture to on the wall
Time for crew to hang out at the mall
Time for boys to beat hoes and kick bass
While you sit in the dark, with maggots 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 grabbers
out just to get fatter
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
Where the noise at? Losing it, my boys at?
Hallucinate caskets, your son a soon to be bastard
'cause you slipped and got
Your ?? in your good times,
59 minutes later, now you're on a respirator
Get on this shit, you're consciousness
Man flashing, in your ride crashing
Unhappy family and it's costing roses
Beer on the concrete, bones in your
That's all you get, a lost soul on the
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 that you're
Time to say fuck it, is on
Time for your people to 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 a fuck less
Time for the world to keep spinning
with you dead in the ground, motherfucker!

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