Luyện nghe bài hát Witching Hour

Ahem we are here today to the loss
Of a punk ass motherfucker who he was the shit.
out he was the shit a piece of shit.
You see this young hooligan wasn't to die
So he put his on the line to gain respect in his neighborhood.
the only respect he gets now
Is from the maggots and worms that are snacking on his ass.

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Life is over, death
Time has for witching hour

Time for your to dress up in black
Time for your to ride in the back
for your enemies to laugh at your death
Time for the 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 over 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 you're facing
If you see God, send my blessings if up there
And tell that man how you your life here
Bust around the street, diesel smoke from the
And you're feeling weak, the lead got you going to sleep
It's getting deep, know your peeps? gon' fuck your freak
In between the sheets in they face drop the leaky leak
You hear the sirens, think 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, 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
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 hoes and kick bass
While you sit in the dark, with crawling on your face

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

Bitches are backstabbers, or your inner friend grabbers
Reaching out just to get
Thoughts of your soon-to-be and your phat ride
She's in the back seat, catching it the backside
You wish you had rum, feeling 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 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 black roses
on the concrete, bones in your coffin
That's all you get, a lost on the trip
up, clock ticked, hour to be witched

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

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

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