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 to gain respect in his neighborhood.
Well the only respect he now
Is from the maggots and that are snacking on his dead ass.

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Life is over, death
has come for witching hour

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

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

Close your eyes, your breath, release the stress
let it out there's nothing left 'cause you're death
If you see God, send my if He's 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 getting deep, know your peeps? They gon' your freak
In between the sheets in they face they the leaky leak
You hear the sirens, think who was firing
See your partner blurry from the of the iron
Holding on to faith, want to to retaliate
Here comes the Reaper, it's Grim Reaper at door awaits
Can you feel it? Pumping on inner spirit,
Got you screaming out for Dearest
You want to live, on twitching, bluff spitting
ticking it's the hour for the witching

(Quit crying a bitch, and die like a man, motherfucker!)

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Time for you to lay dead everybody stares
for the Reverend to front like he cares
Time for body to rot in your tomb
Time for your to finally get your room
Time for your picture to fade on the
for your crew to hang out at the mall
Time for your boys to beat hoes and kick
While you sit in the dark, with maggots on your face

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

Bitches are backstabbers, or your inner friend bank
out just to get fatter
Thoughts of soon-to-be wife and your phat ride
in the back seat, catching it from the backside
You wish you had some rum, numb
Where the noise at? it, where my boys at?
seeing caskets, your son a soon to be bastard
'cause you slipped and got
Your ?? lies in your times,
59 minutes later, now you're on a respirator
Get on shit, you're losing consciousness
Man flashing, in your phat ride
Unhappy family and it's black roses
Beer on the concrete, in your coffin
That's all you get, a lost on the trip
Times up, clock ticked, hour to be

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

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Time to sit and cry about the that you're gone
Time to say fuck it, is on
Time for your people to out your place
Time for you to go through your tin case
Time for your father to feel a stress
Time for you step-dad to give a less
for the world to keep spinning around
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 your enemies to at your death
Time for the vultures to pick at what's
Time for your homeboy to a new clique
Time for your girlfriend to a new dick
Time for your to fight over your car
Time for the world to who the fuck you are