Luyện nghe bài hát Witching Hour

Ahem we are today 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 this hooligan wasn't afraid to die
So he put his life on the line to 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
Time has come for hour

Time for your family to dress up in
Time for your coffin to in the back
Time for enemies to laugh at your death
for the vultures to pick at what's left
Time for homeboy to find a new clique
Time for your girlfriend to a new dick
Time for your brothers to fight your car
Time for the world to 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 left 'cause you're facing death
If you see God, my blessings if He's up there
And that man how you spent your life here
Bust around the street, smoke from the heat
And you're feeling weak, the lead got you going to sleep
It's getting deep, know your peeps? They fuck your freak
In between the sheets in they face they drop the leak
You hear the sirens, think about who was
See partner blurry from the spark of the iron
on to faith, want to survive to retaliate
Here comes the Reaper, it's Grim Reaper at your door
Can you feel it? Pumping on your spirit,
Got you screaming out for Mommy
You want to live, keep on twitching, spitting
Time ticking it's the for the witching

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

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Time for you to lay dead while stares
Time for the Reverend to like he cares
Time for your to rot in your tomb
for your sister to finally get your room
Time for your to fade on the wall
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 crawling on 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 to get fatter
Thoughts of your wife and your phat ride
She's in the back seat, catching it from the
You you had some rum, feeling numb
the noise at? Losing it, where my boys at?
Hallucinate caskets, your son a soon to be bastard
'cause you and got blasted
?? lies in your good times,
Ambulance 59 minutes later, now on a respirator
Get on this shit, 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, to be witched

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

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Time to sit and cry the fact that you're gone
Time to say fuck it, is on
for your people to clean out your place
Time for you love to go through tin case
Time for your father to feel a little
for you step-dad to give a fuck less
Time for the world to spinning around
with you dead in the ground, motherfucker!

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