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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 Letras de cancionesAnd 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 From Letras Mania