Luyện nghe bài hát Witching Hour

Ahem we are here today to the loss
Of a ass motherfucker who thought he was the shit.
out he was the shit a piece of shit.
You see this young hooligan afraid to die
So he put his life on the line to gain in his neighborhood.
the only respect he gets now
Is from the and worms that are snacking on his dead ass.

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Life is over, devour
Time has come for witching

Time for your to dress up in black
Time for your coffin to ride in the
Time for your enemies to laugh at your
for the vultures to pick at what's left
Time for your to find a new clique
Time for your to suck a new dick
Time for your 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 breath, release the stress
let it out there's nothing left you're facing death
If you see God, my blessings if He's up there
And that man how you spent 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, know your peeps? They fuck your freak
In between the sheets in they face drop the leaky leak
You hear the sirens, think about who was
See your partner from the spark of the iron
Holding on to faith, want to survive to
Here the Reaper, it's 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, 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 while stares
for the Reverend to front like he cares
Time for your body to rot in your
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
you sit in the dark, with maggots crawling on your face

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

Bitches are backstabbers, or your inner bank grabbers
Reaching out to get fatter
Thoughts of your wife and your phat ride
in the back seat, catching it from the backside
You wish you had some rum, feeling
Where the noise at? it, where my boys at?
Hallucinate caskets, your son a soon to be bastard
'cause you and got blasted
?? lies in your good times,
Ambulance 59 minutes later, now on a respirator
Get on shit, you're losing consciousness
Man flashing, in phat ride crashing
Unhappy family and it's costing black
Beer on the concrete, bones in your
That's all you get, a lost 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 that you're
Time to say fuck it, 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 to give a fuck less
Time for the world to keep around
with you dead in the ground, motherfucker!

Time for 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
Time for your homeboy to find a new
Time for your girlfriend to suck a new
Time for your brothers to over your car
Time for the world to forget who the you are