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

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Life is over, death
Time has come for witching

Time for family to dress up in black
Time for your coffin to in the back
Time for your enemies to at your death
Time for the vultures to at what's left
Time for your to find a new clique
Time for girlfriend to suck a new dick
Time for your brothers to fight over car
for the world 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 breath, release the stress
let it out there's nothing left 'cause facing death
If you see God, send my blessings if up there
And tell man how you spent your life here
Bust around the street, diesel smoke the heat
And you're weak, 'cause the lead got you going to sleep
It's getting deep, know your peeps? They fuck your freak
In between the sheets in they face they drop the leak
You hear the sirens, think who was firing
See partner blurry from the spark of the iron
Holding on to faith, to survive to retaliate
Here comes the Reaper, it's Grim Reaper at your awaits
Can you feel it? on your inner spirit,
Got you screaming out for Mommy
You want to live, keep on twitching, bluff
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 dead everybody stares
for the Reverend to front like he cares
Time for your body to rot in your
Time for your sister to finally get your
Time for your picture to on the wall
for your crew to hang out at the mall
Time for your boys to beat and kick bass
you sit in the dark, with maggots crawling 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 your soon-to-be wife and your ride
She's in the back seat, catching it from the
You wish you had some rum, feeling
the noise at? Losing it, where my boys at?
Hallucinate seeing caskets, your son a to be bastard
you slipped and got blasted
Your ?? lies in your times,
Ambulance 59 minutes later, now on a respirator
Get on this shit, you're consciousness
Man flashing, in your ride crashing
Unhappy family and it's costing black
Beer on the concrete, bones in coffin
all you get, a lost soul on the trip
Times up, ticked, hour to be witched

(Looking at my Gucci, about that time, motherfucker)

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Time to sit and cry about the fact that you're
to say fuck it, Nitro is on
Time for your people to clean out place
Time for you love to go through 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
Even with you in the ground, motherfucker!

Time for your family to up in black
Time for your coffin to in the back
Time for your to laugh at your death
Time for the vultures to at what's left
Time for your homeboy to a new clique
Time for your girlfriend to a new dick
Time for your brothers to fight your car
Time for the world to forget who the you are