Luyện nghe bài hát Witching Hour

Ahem we are today 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 young wasn't afraid to die
So he put his life on the to gain respect in his neighborhood.
Well the only he gets now
Is from the maggots and worms are snacking on his dead ass.

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Life is over, death
Time has come for hour

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

your eyes, hold your breath, release the stress
let it out there's left 'cause you're facing death
If you see God, send my if He's up there
And tell that man how you your life here
Bust the street, diesel smoke from the heat
And you're feeling weak, the lead got you going to sleep
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 your partner blurry the spark of the iron
Holding on to faith, want to survive to
Here comes the Reaper, Grim Reaper at your door awaits
Can you feel it? Pumping on 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 crying like a bitch, and die 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 your sister to get your room
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
you sit in the dark, with maggots crawling on your face

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

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

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

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

Time for your to dress 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 find a new
for your girlfriend to suck a new dick
Time for brothers to fight over your car
Time for the to forget who the fuck you are