5.Witching Hour(With Insane Clown Posse)
We are gathered here today to mourn the loss
Of a punk-ass mutha fucker who thought he was the shit.
It turns out he was the shit, a piece of shit.
You see this yound hoolagon was afraid to die,
So he put his life on the line to gain respect in his
neighborhood.
But the only respect he gets now is from
The maggots and worms that are snacking on his dead ass.
Life is over, death devour
Time has come for witching hour (4x)
Time for your family to dress up in black
Time for your coffin to ride in the back
Time for your enemies to laugh at your death
Time for the vultures to pick at what left
Time for your homeboy to find a new click
Time for your girlfriend to suck a new dick
Time for your brothers to fight over your car
Time for the world to forget who the fuck you are
Close your eyes, hold your breath, release the stress
Let it out theres nothin left cuz your facin death
If you see god send my blessings if he's up there
And tell that man how you spent your life here
Plus the rat and streat
Deasil smoke from the heat
And your feelin weak
Cuz the lead got you going to sleep
It's gettin deap
Know your peace
Cuz there gonna fuck your freak
In between the sheets
And the face they drop the leaky leaks
You hear some sirens think about who was firin
See your partner blury front his sport up to island
Holdin lots of faith want to survive to retaliate
Then comes the Reaper, it's the Grim Reaper at your door, but
wait
Can you feel it？ Pumpin on your inner spirit
Got you screamin out for mommy dearist
You wanna live, keep on twitchin must bitten
Time ticken is the hour for the witchen
Quick crying like a bitch, and die like a man...
MOTHER FUCKER!
Life is over
Death devour
Time has come for witching hour (4x)
Time for you to lay dead while everybody stares
Time for the reverend to front like he cares
Time for your body to rot in your tomb
Time for your sister to finally get your room
Time for your picture to fade on the wall
Time for your crew hang out at the mall
Time for your boys to meet hoes and kick base
You sit in the dar with maggots crawlin on your face
Bitches are backstabbers
Hold your red and friend bank rabbers
Reachin out just to get phatter
Throw stuff to your soon to be wife and your phat ride
Is in the back seat, catchin it from the back side
You wish you had some rum
Feelin numb
Were the noise at？
Loosin it, were my boy's at？
Halusinate so you gased it
From your soon to be bashit
Cuz you sliped and got blasted
Visualizin your good times
Ambulance 59 minutes later
Now your on the resperator
Need all the shit
Your loosin consiousness
Your mind flashin
And your phat ride crashin
Un-happy family
And it's costin, black roses
Bear on the concrete
Blunts in your coffin
It's all you get
A lost soul on a trip
Times up, Clock tick
Hour to be witched
Looking at my couchie,
it's about that time mutha fucker!
Life is over
Death devour
Time has come for witching hour (4x)
Time to sit and cry about the fact that your gone
Time to say fuck it, Nitro is on
Time for your people to clean out your place
Time for your love to go through your tape case
Time for your uncle to fell a little stress
Time for your step dad to give a fucks less
Time for the world to keep spinnin around
Even with you dead in the ground mutha fucka
Time for your family to dress up in black
Time for your coffin to ride in the back
Time for your enemies to laugh at your death
Time for the vultures to pick at whats left
Time for your homeboy to find a new click
Time for your girlfriend to suck a new dick
Time for your brothers to fight over your car
Time for the world to forget who the fuck you are
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