Witching Hour

We are gathered here today
To mourn the loss of a punk ass muthafucka
Who thought he was the shit
Turns out, he was the shit
A piece of shit
You see this young hooligan wasn't afraid to die
So he put his life on the line
To gain respect in his neighborhood
Well the only respect he gets now
Is from the maggots and worms
That are snackin on his dead ass
Life is over, death devour
Time has come for witching hour
Life is over, death devour
Time has come for witching hour
Life is over, death devour
Time has come for witching hour
Life is over, death devour
Time has come for witching hour
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's left
Time for your homeboy to find a new clique
Time for your girlfriend to suck a new dick
Time for brothers to fight over your car
Time for the world to forget who the fuck you are
Beat 120 over 40 and falling fast
I can't get any vitals I'm losing him, shit!
Close your eyes, hold your breath
Release the stress
Let it out there's nothin left
Cause your facing death
If you see God send my blessings if he's up there
And tell that man how you spend your life here
Blood surrounds the street
Feels the smoke from th heat
And you're feeling weak
Cause the lead got ya goin to sleep
It's gettin deep
Know your peeps they goin fuck ya freak
In between the sheets
And faced they drop the leaky leaks
You hear some sirens
Think about who wants firin
See your partner
Blurry from the spark of the iron
Holdin onto faith
Wanna survive to retaliate
Here comes the creeper
It's Grim Reaper at your door but wait
Can you feel it?
Pumpin on your inner spirit
Got you screamin out for mommy dearest
You wanna live keep on twitchin
Blood spittin, time tickin
It's the hour for the witchin
Quit crying like a bitch
And die like a man, muthafucka
Life is over, death devour
Time has come for witching hour
Life is over, death devour
Time has come for witching hour
Life is over, death devour
Time has come for witching hour
Life is over, death devour
Time has come for witching hour
Time for you lay dead while everyone 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 to hang out at the mall
Time for your boys to meet hoes and kick bass
While you sit in the dark with maggots crawlin on your face
Fifty more CC's in that IV, and start CPR
I'm still not getting anything
Visions of backstabbers
Or your renter friend bank grabbers
Reachin out just to get phatter
Thoughts of your soon to be wife
And you're phat ride
Is in the back seat
Catchin it from the back side
You wish you had some rum
Feeling numb, where the noise at?
Losing it, where my boys at?
Hallucinate, seeing caskets
You son is soon to be bastard
Cause you slipped and got plastered
Visualizin your good times
Ambulance, 59 minutes later now you're on a respirator
Dead on the shit
You're losing conscienceness
Your man flashin, in your phat ride crashin
Unhappy family and it's costin black roses
Been on the concrete
Once in your coffin
It's all you get
A lost soul on a trip
Times up, clock tick, hour to be witched
Lookin at my Gucci, it's about that time muthafucka
Life is over, death devour
Time has come for witching hour
Life is over, death devour
Time has come for witching hour
Life is over, death devour
Time has come for witching hour
Life is over, death devour
Time has come for witching hour
Time to sit and cry about the fact that you're gone
Time to say fuck it Nitro is on
Time for your people to clean out your place
Time for your loc to go through your tape case
Time for your mother to feel a little stress
Time for your step dad to give a fuck less
Time for the world to keep spinnin around
Even with you dead in the ground, muthafucka
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's left
Time for your homeboy to find a new clique
Time for your girlfriend to suck a new dick
Time for brothers to fight over your car
Time for the world to forget who the fuck you are