Luyện nghe bài hát Witching Hour

Ahem we are here to mourn the loss
Of a ass motherfucker who thought he was the shit.
out he was the shit a piece of shit.
You see this hooligan 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 from the maggots and that are snacking on his dead ass.

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Life is over, devour
Time has for witching hour

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

(120 over 40 and falling fast, I get any vitals, I'm losing him, shit!)

Close your eyes, hold your breath, release the
let it out nothing left 'cause you're facing death
If you see God, send my blessings if up there
And tell man how you spent your life here
around the street, diesel smoke from the heat
And you're feeling weak, 'cause the got you going to sleep
It's deep, know your peeps? They gon' fuck your freak
In between the sheets in face they drop the leaky leak
You hear the sirens, think who was firing
See your blurry from the spark of the iron
Holding on to faith, to survive to retaliate
Here comes the Reaper, Grim Reaper at your door awaits
Can you feel it? on your inner spirit,
Got you screaming out for Dearest
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 dead while stares
Time for the Reverend to like he cares
Time for your body to rot in tomb
for your sister to finally get your room
Time for your picture to on the wall
Time for your to hang out at the mall
for your boys to beat hoes and kick bass
While you sit in the dark, with maggots crawling on your

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

Bitches are backstabbers, or your inner bank grabbers
out just to get fatter
Thoughts of your soon-to-be wife and your ride
She's in the back seat, catching it the backside
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
'cause you slipped and got
?? lies in your good times,
Ambulance 59 minutes later, now on a respirator
Get on this shit, losing consciousness
Man flashing, in your phat crashing
family 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, 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 gone
Time to say it, Nitro is on
Time for your people to clean out place
Time for you love to go your tin case
Time for your father to feel a stress
Time for you step-dad to give a less
Time for the world to 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
for your enemies to laugh at your death
Time for the vultures to pick at left
for your homeboy to find a new clique
Time for girlfriend to suck a new dick
Time for your brothers to fight your car
for the world to forget who the fuck you are