Insane Clown Posse ft Myzery - Witching Hour | Текст песни

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Hahahahahahaha!!
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 snacking 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 your brothers to fight over your car
Time for the world to forget who the fuck you are

\"Beat 120 over 40 and falling fast. (Nurse!! Nurse!!)
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 nothing left
Cause your facing death
If you see God, send my blessings if he's up there
And tell that man, how'd you spend your life here?
Blood surrounds the streets
Breathing smoke from the heat
And you're feeling weak
Cause the lead got ya gone to sleep
It's getting deep
Know your peeps?
They gonna fuck your freak
In between the sheets
In her face, they drop the leaky leak
You hear some sirens
Think about who was firing
See your partner blurry from the spark of the iron
Holding onto faith
Wanna survive to retaliate
Here comes the creeper
It's Grim Reaper
At your door, but wait
Can you feel it?
Pumping on your inner spirit
Got you screaming out for mommy dearest
You wanna live, keep on twitching
Blood spitting
Time ticking
It's the hour for the witching

Quit crying like a bitch, and die like a man, muthafuckaaaaaaa!!!

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 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 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

\"Put fifty more CC's in that IV, and start CPR.
I'm still not getting anything...\"

Visions of backstabbers
Or your rent-a-friend bank grabbers
Reaching out just to get phatter
Thoughts of your soon-to-be wife and your phat ride
Is in the back seat catching 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 blasted
Visualizing your good times, ambulance, 59 minutes later
Now you're on a respirator
Get on the shit
You're losing conscienceness
Your man flashing
In your phat ride, crashing
Unhappy family and it's costing black roses
Beer on the concrete, blunts in your coffin
It's all you get
A lost soul on a trip
Times up, clock tick, hour to bewitched

Lookin' at my Gucci, it's about that time, muthafuckaaaa!!!!

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
Tim

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