Luyện nghe bài hát Witching Hour

Ahem we are today to mourn the loss
Of a ass motherfucker who thought he was the shit.
Turns out he was the shit a 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 only 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 come for witching

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

(120 40 and falling fast, I can't get any vitals, I'm losing him, shit!)

Close eyes, hold your breath, release the stress
let it out there's nothing left 'cause facing death
If you see God, send my blessings if He's up
And tell man how you spent 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 between the sheets in they face they the leaky leak
You the sirens, think about 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? 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 crying like a bitch, and die a man, motherfucker!)

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Time for you to lay dead while stares
Time for the to front like he cares
for your body to rot in your tomb
Time for your sister to finally get your
Time for picture to fade on the wall
for your crew to hang out at the mall
Time for your boys to beat and kick bass
While you sit in the dark, with maggots on your face

(Put 50 more cc's in that IV and 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 your ride
She's in the seat, catching it from the backside
You wish you had rum, feeling numb
Where the noise at? Losing it, my boys at?
Hallucinate seeing caskets, your son a 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 your ride crashing
Unhappy family and it's costing 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, about that time, motherfucker)

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

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