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 young hooligan afraid to die
So he put his life on the line to gain in his neighborhood.
Well the only respect he now
Is the maggots and worms that are snacking on his dead ass.

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Life is over, devour
Time has come for witching

Time for family to dress up in black
Time for your to ride in the back
for your enemies to laugh at your death
Time for the vultures to at what's left
Time for your to find a new clique
Time for your girlfriend to a new dick
Time for your brothers to over your car
for the world 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 your breath, release the
let it out there's nothing left 'cause facing death
If you see God, send my if He's up there
And tell that man how you spent your here
Bust around the street, diesel smoke 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 between the sheets in they face they drop the leaky
You hear the sirens, think about who was
See your blurry 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? Pumping on your spirit,
Got you out for Mommy Dearest
You want to live, keep on twitching, spitting
Time ticking it's the for the witching

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

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

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

Bitches are backstabbers, or your inner bank grabbers
Reaching out to get fatter
Thoughts of your wife and your phat ride
She's in the back seat, catching it from the
You wish you had rum, feeling numb
Where the noise at? Losing it, my boys at?
Hallucinate seeing caskets, your son a soon to be
you slipped and got blasted
Your ?? in your good times,
Ambulance 59 later, now you're on a respirator
Get on shit, you're losing consciousness
Man flashing, in your phat crashing
Unhappy family and it's costing roses
Beer on the concrete, bones in coffin
That's all you get, a soul on the trip
Times up, clock ticked, to be witched

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

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Time to sit and cry about the fact that you're
Time to say it, Nitro is on
Time for your people to clean out your
Time for you to go through your tin case
Time for your father to a little stress
Time for you step-dad to give a less
for the world to keep spinning around
Even you dead in the ground, motherfucker!

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