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 hooligan wasn't to die
So he put his life on the to gain respect in his neighborhood.
the only 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 come for hour

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

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

Close your eyes, your breath, release the stress
let it out there's left 'cause you're facing death
If you see God, my blessings if He's up there
And tell man how you spent your life here
Bust around the street, diesel from the heat
And feeling weak, 'cause the lead got you going to sleep
It's getting deep, know peeps? They gon' fuck your freak
In the sheets in they face they drop the leaky leak
You hear the sirens, think who was firing
See partner 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 door
Can you feel it? Pumping on your spirit,
Got you screaming out for Mommy
You want to live, keep on twitching, spitting
ticking 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
Time for the to front like he cares
Time for body to rot in your tomb
for your sister to finally get your room
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
While you sit in the dark, with crawling on your face

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

Bitches are backstabbers, or inner friend bank grabbers
Reaching out to get fatter
Thoughts of your soon-to-be wife and 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?
seeing caskets, your son a soon to be bastard
'cause you slipped and got
?? lies in your good times,
Ambulance 59 later, now you're 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, in your coffin
That's all you get, a soul on the trip
Times up, clock ticked, to be witched

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

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

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