Luyện nghe bài hát Witching Hour

Ahem we are here today to mourn the
Of a ass motherfucker who thought he was the shit.
Turns out he was the shit a of shit.
You see this young 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 that are snacking on his dead ass.

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Life is over, death
has come for witching hour

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

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

your eyes, hold 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 that man how you your life here
Bust 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 fuck your freak
In the sheets 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, to survive to retaliate
Here the Reaper, it's Grim Reaper at your door awaits
Can you it? Pumping on your inner spirit,
Got you out for Mommy Dearest
You want to live, keep on twitching, spitting
Time 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 while everybody stares
Time for the Reverend to front like he
Time for body to rot in your tomb
Time for your sister to finally get your
Time for your to fade on the wall
Time for your to hang out at the mall
for your boys to beat hoes and kick bass
While you sit in the dark, with maggots crawling on your

(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 and your phat ride
She's in the back seat, catching it from the
You wish you had rum, feeling numb
the noise at? Losing it, where my boys at?
Hallucinate seeing caskets, your son a soon to be
you slipped and got blasted
Your ?? lies in your times,
Ambulance 59 later, now you're on a respirator
Get on this shit, you're losing
Man flashing, in phat ride crashing
Unhappy family and costing black roses
on the concrete, bones 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 clean out your
Time for you love to go through 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 around
with 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 to laugh at your death
for the vultures to pick at what's left
Time for your to find a new clique
Time for girlfriend to suck a new dick
Time for your brothers to fight your car
Time for the to forget who the fuck you are