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 young wasn't afraid to die
So he put his life on the line to respect in his neighborhood.
Well the 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 your to dress up in black
Time for your to ride in the back
Time for your enemies to at your death
Time for the vultures to pick at what's
for your homeboy to find a new clique
Time for girlfriend to suck a new dick
for your brothers to fight over your car
Time for the to forget who the fuck you are

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

Close your eyes, hold your breath, release the
let it out there's nothing left 'cause facing death
If you see God, send my blessings if up there
And tell that man how you your life here
Bust around the street, diesel from the heat
And you're weak, 'cause the lead got you going to sleep
It's getting deep, your peeps? They gon' fuck your freak
In between the sheets in face they drop the leaky leak
You hear the sirens, about who was firing
See your blurry from the spark of the iron
on to faith, want to survive to retaliate
Here comes the Reaper, it's Grim Reaper at your awaits
Can you feel it? Pumping on inner spirit,
Got you out for Mommy Dearest
You want to live, on twitching, bluff spitting
Time ticking it's the hour for the

(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 like he
Time for body to rot in your tomb
Time for your sister to finally get room
Time for your to fade on the wall
Time for crew to hang out at the mall
Time for your boys to beat hoes and kick
While you sit in the dark, maggots crawling on your face

(Put 50 more cc's in 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 soon-to-be wife and your phat ride
She's in the seat, catching it from the backside
You you had some rum, feeling numb
Where the noise at? Losing it, where my at?
Hallucinate seeing caskets, your son a soon to be
you slipped and got blasted
Your ?? lies in your times,
Ambulance 59 minutes later, now on a respirator
Get on shit, you're losing consciousness
Man flashing, in your ride crashing
Unhappy and it's costing black roses
Beer on the concrete, bones in coffin
That's all you get, a soul on the trip
Times up, clock ticked, hour to be

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

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

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