Luyện nghe bài hát Witching Hour

Ahem we are here today to the loss
Of a punk ass 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 on the line to gain respect in his neighborhood.
Well the only he gets now
Is from the and worms that are snacking on his dead ass.

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Life is over, devour
has come for witching hour

Time for family to dress up in black
Time for your to ride 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 your girlfriend to a new dick
Time for your brothers to fight your car
Time for the world to forget who the you are

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

Close your eyes, hold your breath, the stress
let it out there's nothing left 'cause you're facing
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 lead got you to sleep
It's getting deep, know your peeps? They gon' your freak
In between the sheets in they face drop the leaky leak
You hear the sirens, about who was firing
See your blurry from the spark of the iron
Holding on to faith, to survive to retaliate
Here comes the Reaper, it's Grim Reaper at your awaits
Can you it? Pumping on your inner spirit,
Got you screaming out for Dearest
You want to live, on twitching, bluff 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 everybody
Time for the Reverend to front he cares
Time for your body to rot in your
Time for your sister to finally get your
Time for picture to fade on the wall
Time for crew to hang out at the mall
for your boys to beat hoes and kick bass
While you sit in the dark, with maggots 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 friend grabbers
out just to get fatter
Thoughts of your soon-to-be wife and your ride
She's in the back seat, catching it from the
You wish you had some rum, numb
Where the noise at? Losing it, my boys at?
Hallucinate caskets, your son a soon to be bastard
'cause you slipped and got
Your ?? in your good times,
Ambulance 59 minutes later, now you're on a
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 your
That's all you get, a lost soul on the
Times up, clock ticked, to be witched

(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 through your tin
Time for father to feel a little stress
for you step-dad to give a fuck less
Time for the world to keep around
Even you dead in the ground, motherfucker!

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