Luyện nghe bài hát Witching Hour

Ahem we are here to mourn the loss
Of a punk ass who thought he was the shit.
Turns out he was the a piece of shit.
You see young hooligan wasn't afraid to die
So he put his life on the to gain respect in his neighborhood.
Well the respect he gets now
Is from the maggots and worms that are snacking on his 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
for your enemies to laugh at your death
Time for the to pick at what's left
Time for your homeboy to 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

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

your eyes, hold your breath, release the stress
let it out there's nothing left 'cause you're facing
If you see God, send my if He's up there
And tell that man how you spent your life
Bust around the street, diesel from the heat
And you're feeling weak, 'cause the got you going to sleep
It's getting deep, know your peeps? They gon' fuck freak
In between the in they face they drop the leaky leak
You the sirens, think about who was firing
See your partner blurry the spark of the iron
Holding on to faith, want to survive to
comes the Reaper, it's Grim Reaper at your door awaits
Can you feel it? Pumping on inner spirit,
Got you out for Mommy Dearest
You want to live, keep on twitching, bluff
Time ticking 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 like he
Time for your to rot in your tomb
Time for your sister to finally get room
Time for your picture to on the wall
Time for your crew to out at the mall
Time for boys to beat hoes and kick bass
you sit in the dark, with maggots crawling on your face

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

Bitches are backstabbers, or your inner bank grabbers
Reaching out just to get
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, where my at?
Hallucinate seeing caskets, son a soon to be bastard
'cause you and got blasted
Your ?? lies in your 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 black roses
Beer on the concrete, in your coffin
That's all you get, a lost on the trip
Times up, ticked, hour to be witched

(Looking at my Gucci, it's about 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
for you love to go through your tin case
Time for your father to feel a stress
Time for you step-dad to give a fuck
for the world to keep spinning around
Even with you in the ground, motherfucker!

Time for your family to dress up in
Time for your coffin to ride in the
Time for your to laugh at your death
Time for the vultures to pick at what's
Time for your homeboy to find a new
for your girlfriend to suck a new dick
Time for brothers to fight over your car
Time for the world to forget who the you are