Luyện nghe bài hát Witching Hour

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

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Life is over, devour
has come for witching hour

Time for your family to up in black
for your coffin to ride in the back
Time for your to laugh at your death
for the vultures to pick at what's left
Time for your to find a new clique
for your 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 fast, I can't get any vitals, I'm losing him, shit!)

Close your eyes, hold your breath, the stress
let it out there's nothing left 'cause you're death
If you see God, my blessings if He's up there
And tell that man how you spent your life
Bust around the street, diesel smoke the heat
And you're feeling weak, 'cause the lead got you going to
getting deep, know your peeps? They gon' fuck your freak
In between the in they face they drop the leaky leak
You the sirens, think about who was firing
See your partner blurry from the of the iron
Holding on to faith, want to survive to
Here the Reaper, it's Grim Reaper at your door awaits
Can you it? Pumping on your inner spirit,
Got you screaming out for Mommy
You want to live, on twitching, bluff spitting
Time ticking the hour for the witching

(Quit like 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 front he cares
for your body to rot in your tomb
Time for sister to finally get your room
for your picture to fade on the wall
Time for your crew to out at the mall
Time for your boys to 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)

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

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

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

Time for family to dress up in black
Time for your coffin to ride in the
Time for enemies to laugh at your 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 brothers to fight your car
Time for the to forget who the fuck you are